Prashant Godbole
By
Manjinder Kaur Wratch
The Ordinary One’s, Quest Extraordinaire
The depths of oceans not explored by savvy sailors only.
These appertain to Everyman, who bother-free
Fathoms the ‘bottomless pits’ for diet of pearls solely.
Ripping apart the bosom of sea, he fears not stings of scorpions, snakes,
Other venomous beings.
Like Gilgamesh, the Sumerian hero, he plunges into the depths of sea.
For procuring antidotes to end pain, suffering, untimely deaths of fellow beings.
Dodging the conspiring gods, he befriends the ‘beast man’ Enkidu,
To give mankind the trailblazers of compassion, love and friendship.
Akin to ‘the Enlightened one’ Siddhartha, he seeks nirvana under a Bodhi tree.
And enunciates the axiom of karma:
‘Reap as you sow’ to humanity.
“Smooth seas do not make good sailors,” he knows it well
From his quotidian strivings.
An Orison
Doused in shades of life
I consecrate life force; yield to thy layout.
Sodden with delight sometimes; cascading with doubt, a little later.
Incensed at the brutishness of the world at times; damp with the uncertainties of aftertime.
I unhesitatingly show up my unhazy selves; and mooch words from Milton’s store,
In your abbey with an Orison oft-times:
“What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support that…. I may assert eternal Providence, and justify the ways of God to men.”
Dad, Soon be Home
Don’t bemoan, they say
“He lived a good life”
Too calculative, they time frame
Relations and lives.
And fail to hear the little girl’s wails:
Doll or no doll, dad soon be home!!
With you around, the Exile had a home.
How can one have its fill?
Of a persona so pristine
You amazed me with your many roles:
Simple, Charismatic, Humble, Humane,
Intelligent, Innocent………
You were my God.
My worshipping not done
Dad, soon be home!!
With you around, the Exile had a home.
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