The feet of God,
Is the beginning of a journey,
Where cynicism loses its meaning,
And takes on a hue of worship,
The temple isn’t merely an abode of the celestial,
It’s a place where man for the briefest of moments,
Has a glimpse of the divine seed inside,
That longs to grow into a tree,
A tree, whose shade will calm,
The fickle mind,
And tame the purring cat of desire,
To fold her limbs and sleep,
With the cat asleep,
The mouse of wisdom leaps,
To nibble on the cheese of contentment,
And a man will never be the same,
By touching his heart,
And not only his head,
Onto the deity’s feet.
Is the beginning of a journey,
Where cynicism loses its meaning,
And takes on a hue of worship,
The temple isn’t merely an abode of the celestial,
It’s a place where man for the briefest of moments,
Has a glimpse of the divine seed inside,
That longs to grow into a tree,
A tree, whose shade will calm,
The fickle mind,
And tame the purring cat of desire,
To fold her limbs and sleep,
With the cat asleep,
The mouse of wisdom leaps,
To nibble on the cheese of contentment,
And a man will never be the same,
By touching his heart,
And not only his head,
Onto the deity’s feet.
4 comments:
Yes, the man will never be the same... Thoughtful and a beautiful poem Ismita..
Awesome! :)
Came here to read your response but I was shocked because my comment was missing.. oh yeah, I've changed the picture, I realized it late.. :-)
@SiSpl, hey thank you so very much and yes, its a great picture :)
@Gayathri, thank you, I am glad you enjoyed reading it!
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