Land of no mansions!

For those who deny His existence,

Come and visit this hamlet

Where hangs no bell

No hymns that fills the ambiance

No chorus march forth and sing,

No eyes here long for your sacrament...

Miracles here brings

These crumbs of bread to feed on

These rags to wear for…

Every spring…

Worry not, my folk

Your money is safe, here

For they don’t demand it

To smile, in deed...

With a penny, they saved

Under this frozen firmament

No guard they need,

To guard their happiness...

Come and visit this hamlet

Where hangs no bell

For God needs no mansions

To live in,

On the worn-out curtains

That ruffles,

You will see His existence...

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

2:55pm, 23rd Feb,2013, IISc

Dedicated to self-contentment!

Photo credits:

http://theamericanjesus.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/old-woman-praying1.jpg

http://www.artmajeur.com/files/atelierdima/images/artworks/650x650/6646984_freedom.jpg

Author's Note

For this self-contentment...

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

A fine poem, full of spirituality but not overbearing, atmospheric, with perfectly weighed and balanced lines and quiet, thoughtful imagery...excellent.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thanks Leslie :)