Jaandeep Cheema

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I remember my lord when i came upon your existence through sermons,
Antagonistic, i was lost
Inclined towards a new god science
I failed to believe in miracles
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A Plea, My Lord

I remember my lord when i came upon your existence through sermons,
Antagonistic, i was lost
Inclined towards a new god science
I failed to believe in miracles
Which i came across through
The crisp phamphlets of history
But i was not satisfied
As the world was dalling apart
Towering problems lingered
Which science had no solution for
Humans in touch with god and
His appraisal enjoy their sunsets
The smouldering orange dipping into murkiness
But science reduces theses sunsets
These moments to frequencies and wavelengths
When children look for dolls to play with
I rationalized your sermons
When children demanded to their parents privacy
I demanded nakedness of my thoughts
When children were tangled in domestic life and seeked for its satisfaction
I sacrificed my pleasures to continue tge pursuit of truth.

I am clouded with oblique vastness of taunts which scrutinize every speck of dirt on my clothes
I am thirsty for the pail which remains flooded with your manna my lord
I am shackled to the toe to restrict my relentless stampede in pursuit of truth
Free me from the innuendos issued to deteoriate the propagation of your ideals
I bid thee to cast aside your passive look and perceive the foul treacherous vile bofies which infiltrate yor folloeers vessel with allusive remarks
Morsels of food lay wasted by aristocratic hordes whom bask in clandenstine luxury
Is this how you repay your beloved whom remain silenced until your command
Let me be your bannerman
And on the enrobing silk may be sewn your coat of arms.

I have seen misery my lord where a daughter strips her virginity so that her family can get a tin roof
Where a son strays towards ihe darkness of alleys where vile drug dealers ensue their command
Where a mother cuts her stomach so that her children can feast on treats
Where a drunk father scavenge on the monthly incomes and gambles it away
Where a daughter hopes that next fall her dowry will be afforded by her parents
Where a mother etches a tombstone for her child whom failed to survive that winter
And where a buried offspring hopes he is borne in the same womb again
My steps did not falter when i chose your way
Neither will it falter to terminate these evils
My ark is full but i am afraid it may rock when saced with swells of surging waves
I may build upon this renewed terrestial land your church
But i am not narrow minded church is a medium like all others.

Show me your all gracious halo
Which illuminates murkiness in my imperfect soul.
I can only strive my lord to tame my raw soul to kneel at your feet
Serve you without question even when odds are inclined towards the annihilation of my mortal self
I believe my lord that all innocent souls whom were teampled until mortal yeild will be reborn as daisies and lilies and violets and roses and i shall water them with a pail until their salvation.
And when death embraces me with bleared eyes
I shall wreathe it heartily for me as your follower seeks to spend eternity with his master, the shepherd of all souls.
Amen

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