Sad and solitary

Walking with noble strides,

I went near the life size replica of the poet

And shared with him the feelings

Coming in surges and breaking against

The delicate walls of my heart.

He remained quiet, eyes moist with tears.

 

The I thought of going to God,

The greatest among all poets,

Of all times, past, present and future.

It was not an uphill task, for the bleating lambs

Held me company and the minarets

Swayed joyfully to wish me luck.

The luscious meadows smiled green,

The sun hid behind the clouds white

To make my flight as smooth

As the eagle’s flight soaring high.

I flew to the beat of my heart’s drum.

 

At that moment, I was not this body,

I was not these hands, nor these feet,

I was this soul, braving the winds.

When I reached God’s abode,

I saw nothing but light

And I became light.

 

God sat, sad and solitary,

Seeing Him, I cried like a child.

He held me in His arms and I could feel

His tears mingling with mine,

On my cheeks warm.

I did not ask God any question

For with God, questions do not exist

For He is the answer to everything.

 

He felt sad for the women and innocent children

Facing the atrocities of cruel war,

The old men burying their sons, after a bomb blast,

The rich wasting food and the poor dying without food,

Girls being abducted, raped and confined to walls,

Politicians being served instead of serving

And priests  practicing religion little in light

And indulging in pedophilia in the dark.

 

I could feel God’s sadness in every cell of my body.

I held Him and kissed His cheeks.

I could see a glimpse of joy in His eyes

As I promised to Him that we poets

Will make use of our pen to create order

In this disorderly world.

As I was leaving,

God gave me a mighty present………

A pen and a pot of ink.

 

pramila khadun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

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