Prayer
I may be infant, baby, teenager, grown up, adult
Do not give me any name
I want to be nameless.
Do not make me a loving pet
to get your work done.
I am not aware when you throw fireball
When you fight, pounce, tear apart,
Put me in a prison.
Your eyes never told me the truth
You never know my hands are rivers
Far away in the hilI
I love to watch sky
In silence
I speak galaxy.
But you never listen to me
Now my hands are chopped, my skin is is burnt, my face is blackened
Do not wash me in holy water.
I can not join in your prayer in the temple.
This is a stupendous and brilliantly written poem, Gopal sir!
best,
Lopa.
This explores the uncharted territory of deep alienation and ennui.
Thanks Lopa. I am humbled.
Thanks Louis. Encouraging as always.
lovely, insightful, deftly crafted