The Land To Sow The Seed Poem by Subrata Ray

The Land To Sow The Seed.

I want to sow a seed of love,
But no land I find,
I waited and waited for a fair-weather,
But dismay sails the wind.

By, -this not that not, goes the search,
From Marjid, Church and temple,
In fear of withering my seed,
In the dreary desert I cry and tremble.

I wished to know from Him who gave the seed,
But my frail courage dare not,
I began to think how and when my life's seed was brought.

I remembered the land of my own,
That I neither have furrowed nor nurtured,
But led it grow with parasites and all black art.

I took a vow to mow all those desires' plants,
That the Father in my land did never grant.

Days after days,
Nights after nights,
I labored to evacuate the passers by,
And then the land I prepared to sow my seed,
It was already -in, a preoccupied divine retreat.