A Prayer That Turns Plea

When prayers turn to pleas couched in a veil, And pujas, covert pleas for His pardon, When Bandagis beg— a bargain for a bail, Worships aim for a vaunted place in sun; When sacrifices seek choicest of fruits, Charities search for a place in heaven, Gifts get given to gain matching return, Pilgrimage a pass-time, no search for roots. Bless me Lord still, let my hopes breathe alive, I pray thee that in peaceful sleep I rest— Assured in luxury-laden a nest, I pray that honey sweeten my beehive, And as ye keep well-supplied my huge store, I swear to love thee, if so, all the more. ____________________________________________ This sonnet is sung rather tongue-in-cheek and is a light satire on prayers that be veiled pleas for wanting something or the other and are not rendered as thanks-giving to God, as all prayers should be. Sonnets | 17.11.08 |