Looking down into my hands
The lines in my palm
filled with the transparent liquid. What would I say?
Even the eyes are filled with it.
Why there’s so much struggle beneath? In this desirous procession
I stand under the flaring,
children being rebuked from rays,
Elders telling them to be forbearance.
But what the others bearing??
In that crowded wandering procession Let me reach first
The Lord is only mine
But do the Lord see me mindfully?? forgot about self-conceit.
Leave them before my staircase
whispering in my ears
you wont deviate from the stairs. here I am waiting for you.
let them plunge you hard.
You are coming closer, and closer. Oh, my Lord!
Why so much pain and suffering?? Why are your disciples insane ??
It’s because I wanted you to see
No matter how lengthy the journey was It’s my tinted saucer.
Searching for your glimpse
what’s the ultimate vision?
It’s the final gesture of happiness You have come to the edge of procession.
LIPIKA MAHAPATRO
