One Who Can Be My Lord! Poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

Running along the coast,
Climbing the mountain peaks
and ghats man made towers,
Walking along the unknown
paths
here and there in the green meadows,
Searching along the stream,
Raising above the clouds of trifles
to look at the rainbow,
I never found one,
I couldn't as there
wouldn't any one!
The one with that golden feet on
which my head can rest!

So many saints and so many
books,
some were giants and some
were crooks!
They offer not only nuts that are hard to crack,
But Some were most intelligents
to give iron Ingots for my
nuggets,
Some offered their impractical thoughts full of magots,
Some are too selfish,
showed that old books half eaten
by termites and silverfish!


Only thing I understood by all
these,
The green forest and meadows
once if become desert, no one
can create that lush green
meadow or forest and singing birds,
Springing water, which I can
drink, watch and rest
Sprinting deer, dancing peacock,
shining rainbow in my heart!

If some one is able to bring all these glory back,
All that was green,
He can be my Lord forever!