M.D Dinesh Nair
As They Pray, I Close My Eyes.... - Poem by M.D Dinesh Nair
ANNASALAI BUS STATION, CHENNAI, INDIA:
I see on a hot Monday afternoon close to me and many
A hungry street child pulling down and eating in all hurry
The fruits served to an unknown deity
Who has ever been installed on a pedestal of stone.
I close my eyes and tell the deity,
“Be there, please”.
The hot sun melts into a crimson circle and the sky turns red,
An old bony man struggling to pull his loaded cart stops there
He folds his hands, bends before the deity
He chants his woes and worries and then moves away.
I open my eyes and ask the deity,
”What are you doing here? ”
PUTHEN KURISSU CHURCH, THRISSUR, INDIA:
I stand near the Church on a Sunday afternoon,
An old pedestrian kneels down before the entrance of the church
Then whispers something for a while looking upwards.
As a speeding car stops near and people in silk get down,
He is forced to move away scared and silent
But with hopeful eyes which are a little wet.
I close my eyes and ask Mother Mary inside,
”Have you heard his prayer unfinished? ”
Mother Mary`s idol made of fine plaster of Paris
Stands on a white pedestal with the Infant in her hands,
Attired in white she looks compassionate in her eyes.
The women and men in silk come out laughing aloud
And they wake up the driver who has been on a nap.
They alight their Innova and speed away in all hurry.
I close my eyes and ask her,
”What did they all pray to you at all, Mother? ”
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