A Boon- To Wake Up
A boon- to wake up
Now this God
had one boon left, that -
I stored within myself.
Dirty ash – spread over the ground
and the bird rose – the phoenix, might be a true monk;
Eras and eras went by
No one rose again from the ash;
The God is ash now and me too.
I bless you God within me – wake up, live and rise again.
My ash is lying - right here, waiting.
Make me free like the light-
that falls on everything; but remains indifferent.
Copyright © Pinaki Ranjan Mukherjee | Year Posted 2012
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