It's the month of Poetry again and my friend Sandeep A dutifully reminded me of it. Of course, it was on my mind. On 1st I travelled by train to Amritsar alongwith my wife and in-laws. The train started late and we reached the hotel just before midnight. The next day we visited Harmandir Sahib or Darbar Sahib or Golden Temple as it is popularly called. After lunch we settled down to see the World Cup Final and slept late basking in the midnight glory of our triumph. The return journey started pretty early yesterday morning and by the time we reached home I was fully exhausted. So it is the 4th April today for the first poetic offering.
He told us to collect
a few leaves of the holy
berry tree to keep all sorrows
away;
then he met us at the holy
berry tree to remind the women
to sprinkle the holy water
on the old man in the wheel chair
so that he may be hale and hearty again.
"Many have come here to return
able bodied", he said.
Then the wheels of the chair got stuck
and he came to lift it and keep it on track.
The singer put his soul in the words
"Thy name is grief-breaker, thy name is.."
The water was full of devotion and the air
was full of compassion and the earth
was softness itself. Even the Sun shone
benevolently as love enveloped us from
all sides.
Who would not go back ablebodied?
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