Madman At The Temple Poem by Nirmal Kumar Thapa

By a sunny day, a man arrived to me;
And questioned; - Do you accept God as truth?
Why he surprised to see me before at Pashupati?
With a gentle wobbly heart, no it's not about God's being;
Godliness is what I have cognized,
I have god-realization with many;
Formed of stoned ladder way directing to Mirgasthali,
Marvelously crafted temples with stunning architecture;
Modesty characterize to all the kings,
To enhance the beauty with a gold in temple;
On the name of god dance of blackbuck
Mischievous apes, and others too,
Obliged me for a heartily welcome;
Besides these, the man who ask me,
A question curved to my indulgent;
Since long- long ago'
-"bearing no compassion for the god in his soul" but
how can he is often in, here;
He believe I lie to him,
All these things carry me here;
From my snuggly hermitage,
Plated with Nirmal Niwas; being like an eagle;
Although I acquired, two legs except wings,
But it doesn't make an affair;
I can reach up to the heaven with my countless desires,
But I feel pity on the poor being who didn't comprehend me;
With my presence at Pashupati, any moment!
I exist no more here,
My birdie-desires travel through the heavenly skies;
My spirit is only attained through god!
My being knows the aloofness,
And buzz the acme of silence;
Although, amidst the worshipers,
With known barriers, can't stop my flight;
Menace of heights signify me,
Where lies move?
My Everest consciousness is just aware of the god;
I forget to speak-out more as I want
The man disappeared;
Perhaps -he had realized with my consciousness,
That I'm the bamboozle soul in this small streets of Nepal;
of course, I am;
dancing apes, turn my taps like a mad,
Listening early bird songs, pleasure is abundant I feel,
But he never, The man who questioned me,
He recognized me far from;
Why is afraid to ask me?
Today he compiled,
But realizing some grunge's
Through my idiotic answers;
always, I repeated my walks like usual,
Just on the boundaries of temple;
I left behind to enter temple,
But I felt remembrances of the poor priest of temple;
His red-nose smile, flattering with prassads and dachina,
Hands equates with the latest electro-gizmo;
These all visionary things are poor then upstairs scandals,
That's why I sue to walk around the temple;
Following next day, when my eyes again saw that man;
Now, he looks me as old enemy,
Even I don't thief his wife;
Then I simply smiled, upon his so-called wise,
Hey! Awakened-man
Into your muddy world,
Your muddy water for the lotus!
My poor fellow
Awake……and awake…..And prepare to flight as eagle or birdie,
And experience the pleasure of hazards,
Without understanding jeopardy,
No opts to grow;
On the adventures of spirit-bliss,
While the eagle flies highest in to the blue sky,
Flies across the sun;
You may realize,
Your inner self is immortal, and god presents there;
Without holding a hell or heaven;
It's not about a seeing a lady,
Who walks with dog in the evening to here;
The ecstasy just belongs only to few courageous souls,
You may be the one,
I'm already frightened;
It's your turn now,
To get ready for the flight,
Without grounding,
Because God never desire from own children
Nor he has expects from you,
Step ahead for the ultimate one
Who am i?
Reflect your own question, towards the mirror, belonging to you;
Then you shall delight for who are you?


-6th-sept-07