BRAMHA RANDHRA
Let me take rest out of this
evil weariness…
My eyes are tired struggling
upon bad scene
I have no patience to
hallucinate
Let me see only you, the best
of all … hay, (Jyoti-randhra) light
of my eye.
Tongue has failed sense of taste
Neither say unusable words
nor usable of this materialistic world
Let me enchant only your
glory … hay, (Rasa- randhra) my inner
voice.
Nose is nervous getting dirty smell
No-one to inhale other than
your sweet /holy smell
Let me mesmerize with your
unique fragrance … hay, (Basana- randhra)
smell of my nose.
Skin has lost sensation
Instead You to feel something
Let me be sensitive, (even in
sleep) to get your sensation … hay, (Sparsh-
randhra) sense of nerve.
Ears are never adjusted beyond the unbearable noise
Never heard the barbaric
words of this uncivilized society
Let me hear only your
glorious deeds … hay, (Shruti- randhra)
sound of my ear.
Oh, my God…Param Brahma!
Let me not force my hidden
spirit into a tiresome world
Let me sleep on these---
Resting my trust upon you.
By which tomorrow all will be
renewed, energized for a fresh and tired free morning.
[This poem already published in Satydharma Vani - Oriya Magazine]
Prahlad Sahoo *25/06/2006*
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