Godfather
Godfather
A rigid neck that looks forward without turning
Till the face is flat pummelled by angry elements
Whose twinkly eyes neither blink nor steal a hood
In case, in a split second, humanity is left insecure.
Whose time to eat is not on his busy schedule-
Morsel may briefly quieten voice to teach Piety.
Would I, therefore, find any fault with that stoicism
Or in his static quick march- marching at a halt
(Until there is a hole enough to ooze a cool pat!)
His momentary reprieve; gone to some chores
Might subject the brood to threat unthinkable.
For his perpetual presence and open guidance
Is as assuring the billboard pointing the Way!
Dr. Ram Mehta, Billboard in the wet, cold rain
Who holds post to, once again, direct others
Soaked by the cold rain, yet with a heart satisfied
For the Duty to save others and not save yourself!
Should, godfather, a blink you chance or steal
Cares of this World may, by stealth, quietly visit
And warp our convictions with wicked murmurs
Murmurs that drip honey which sips into hearts
Turning us into a heap of salt for looking backwards!
My eyes I do pledge to look no any other direction
Except to the way by your long finger is pointed
And, to fawn on the Spirit that nurtured you this long
With bonhomie, discernment and poetic prowess!
Prayer with no end I utter beseeching, godfather,
On that Day, to inherit the Sceptre you’re holding!
***Dedication to one and only Dr. Ram Mehta for the invaluable guidance his sublime poems bestow.
JM
24th Nov’ 2013
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