Holy Blunder Poem by Sathya Narayana
Holy Blunder
Clouds in the skies; clouds in the skies; clouds, clouds
Clouds in the skies; some clustering; some cluttering
Some straying; some strewing; all in one yonder
Like free floating vices and flouted virtues
Amongst myriad murky Stygean stratus
One cumulus, shining bright and smiling white
Like a lucky rich man amongst fated poor
Leering, jeering, raving in sway and sashey
“My one misdirected beam made him gleam”
Bemused waning God Sun, “how this happened
Of one breed are all clouds; running in them same
Vapour-blood; façade is due to my light shed”
“Oh! Idiotic white clouds! This is not good!
Don’t swagger because of my one holy blunder
On the day apocalyptic winds wiggle
Every cloud has to melt down into drizzle”
Correct me if I am way off here. But I see this one white cloud amongst some rain clouds. Thus, the Holy Blunder? Ten anyway! Peace, The other Linda
a poem that teaches you to be humble and down to earth. great write, sir thanks for sharing.
Don't take advantage with the gift that has given to you..for it is not what you suppose to do afterall... A mind provoking piece..very expressive words..yet truly deep... A masterpiece!
i like the words you have used and the way you have written...this is really nice....one among your best i guess....coz i could understand this poem easily unlike your other poems...heh...evry1 gotta know that how much ever they may shine one day or something....a day will come when this will have to end... a very good piece sir... - Nia Riz
You messaged me to read this poem and I’m glad you did. I found it a delightfully profound read. You grabbed my attention right away with your deft use of epanaphora in S1. You have the gift of keeping your reader’s attention throughout the entire poem. Well done!
There is no pride in living as humans...some one else controls our destiny...and when the messengers of death come calling, we have to leave this abode.....a very wise compilation....loved it! ! ! ! ! ! !
The last line conveys the message in a distilled form! 10! Yes, we are all fellow passangers to the grave; only some go early and others a bit late! Being an artist, I loved the first para describing Gods myriad canvas! -Raj Nandy
A light-hearted look at God's creatures and the 'tall poppies' that disturb the rest. Your final stanza is neat, succinct and thought-provoking - all at the same time. Your title is clever, too. A pleasing little parable. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
it reminds me of death be not proud. very interesting comparison- we all have place in the scheme of things and feel so humble once we recognise it.10 Mamta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Interesting piece, Sathya. Not sure I get the drift completely, but every now and then a shining spirit comes along that stands out from the crowd. Is that just a 'misdirected beam' - or one with definite purpose? Thought-provoking read. Linda