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god
oh god ! 
Posted by Rebba Singh Wed, Mar 12th 2008, 10:20 :: English

watching a live move

with deep remorse i muse:

is god being used

 

a garland of fresh flowers

broken off shrubs aghast

 

our needs are few

we want more than our due

ultimately lose

 

washed and bathed

chiseled stones with a metallic gaze

 

our esteemed lord

on a pedestal we glue

then grab on unmoved

 

sacrificing all they have

they dream of mores uncapped

 

offer him riches

one would think he is needy too

then who gives you

 

harvest comfort if you may

a grain of wealth is thus proclaimed

 

if he were that poor

you'd be the god i am sure

shower me with more

 

drought cakes the earth

cracks open deep sores

 

he has a rich home

with gold and silver designed

whom do we malign

 

sacred is every corner unlit

superficial light travels not within

 

every day pray

telling him what he did state

he reads your pulse faint

 

shutting its eyes tight

the pigeon thinks the cat lost its sight

 

why pray at all

doesn't he understand thought

well hidden flaws

 

painted and brushed

wrinkles cake to emboss dust

 

strange words

i utter them with deep thirst

nectar speaks verse

 

bitter tastes the burning spirit neat

intoxication unfolds a word sweet

 

offer if we must

thinking he would thus bless us

poor are we in trust

 

the lotus blooms as wisdom unfurls

in slush its roots quench thirst

 

compassion i say

disturbs not the other's fray

with patience it waits

 

the papiha in feverish verse

implores clouds to drench him first

 

we travel somewhere

calculate our own fare

then we cry: unfair

 

the echo reaches far

only to resound and come back hushed

 

blame others we must

circumstances are unjust

who caused them as such

 

termites grow wings

circle light and die singed

 

destiny plays games

nothing else to do but maim

deadly is its fame

 

transient is every moment of night and day

the world revolves in transience seasons that fade

 

why not look within

like inside out outside in

in transparency skinned

 

a caterpillar cocooned

emerges a butterfly beautifully groomed

 

stunningly gorgeous

if you discard the untrue

who knows who’s who

 

~


  


Comments
Are this haiku?
Geert Verbeke Wed, Mar 12th 2008, 11:49  
  

it is
what we make
of it
Rebba Singh Wed, Mar 12th 2008, 12:21  
  

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