Poem -
Under the Banyan tree
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On winter night
Walking down the street
In time with the moon
And the wind and the cold
In the atmosphere of light
Looking towards India
The beggars, the temples
The spices in the market
That brought forth the senses
Into the life of a beggar
Looking for a meal
Hungry for good fortune
O India, feed me
Bring to me god's wealth
The taste of your markets
For my belly is empty
And my heart is lonely
As my soul is reincarnated
From the son of poverty
And the daughter of destitution,
Lord India,
Father of Taj Mahal
Mother of Qutb Minar
I am lying on your doorsteps
Begging for salvation
Offerings and love
Under the Banyan tree
With God Krishna
And God Shiva by my side
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Comments
Holy God!! ~ I LOVE this write!!....... something's happening with your stuff lately bro......... this reeks of spirituality's window......... an homage to the wisdom and elegance of a culture's magnificence!!......... stunning work......... the last half of that piece is off the charts man!!........ wow!........I could read this many times over with pleasure!!........ALL STARS........ high fives SIR MASTERS!!.........T xo
Namaste from India
Thank you Tony,
this comment is precious for Jai.
Your words are like rubies!
Hi Jai A very lovely poem, A tour of India their way
of life their environment and their beliefs
really enjoyed hugs Debs
Thank you Debs, I am grateful for
your good words today.
Luv Jai :)