Prayer Poem by Indranil Bhaduri
Prayer
Blow by blow my body crumbles slow,
As it struggles to reap some fresh crops
Life moves on and plays around with pain
With its cunning smile and shining dots of grief!
The road ahead is dark, scary and broken
As I look forward to the horizon and walk on,
Stumbling in between only to rise again
To stand strong in the murky pathway
Speaking all alone to my desolate soul
And searching for an illuminated land
Which is not far away,
It's there nearby amidst the solitary veil
As I gaze upwards towards the cloudy vault of heaven,
And rejoice with the radiant rays of the blazing sun
Breaking the darkness and shining bright,
And my face glows with the shimmering light,
With my soft whispers transforming slow
Chanting prayers bursting loud for the one
Who showers blessings and deep curses on all
Longing for the road that's not taken.
'I am a man who doesn't commit blasphemy,
But can move at my own will'
Copyright © 2013 Indranil Bhaduri
Oh sir this is just a wonderful statement of your journey that we must take...I love how you wrote this wonderful prose with so much meaning and depth...thank you so much for inviting me to view 10+
A great piece of poem..Darkness changes to light.. And we walk on..at our will... Superb
i loved the prayer. in my opinion blessing is the divine absolutely gifted as an extra value whereas curse is the consequence of our evil deeds. curse does not shower from heaven but blessing does. a beautiful write.keep writing.
The poem though starts with a dismal note moves on and progresses through gloom to light as he is aided with guidance from above! Beautifully put! !
Without prayers crumpled souls cannot find light. The protagonist in your poem is groping and stumbling for light but did not give up as he has the rope of prayers in hands.
Prayer is the key that unlocks the door. Looks like that door was opened wide. By prayer that is how we communicate with God. I especially love the line As I gaze up towards the cloudy vaults of Heaven, this was very touching to me. Nice use of imagery here.
Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart. i must bow my head in front of you cause you are indeed a brilliant and the most fabulous writer. bravo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 5:57:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the ending verses.. a moving write to me_Soul