Where Frozen Embers Still Burn
My grandpa always loved good yard sales
To pick up odds and ends driving for miles
Would return with amazing things in his cart
As he loved old books to instruct and impart.
First he would read a book with words’ usage
Would leave hand written notes on each page
His time came and passed away though sturdy
And I went to a University for further study.
As the family grew, needed more space enough
So decided for the yard sale with all the old stuff.
.
At the end of the day, we got rid of many a things
But the books, old and new, remained in the offing.
While winding up the sale, my eyes fell on an old book
At once the past became a present with a further look.
It was the most sacred scripture The Bhagawad Gita
A colloquy by Lord Krishna, a Bible of Hindu *Amrita
Preaching Karma as you have the power to act only
And no power to influence the result solemnly.
I carry Gita, the book with notes by my grandpa physically
And never forget the teachings therein spiritually.
What looked like a trash to people who had no concern
Luckily it has been a great treasure and of great concern.
* Nectar
+++
August 25, 2014
Form: Rhyme
Second Place Win
Contest: Where frozen embers still burn by Gail Angel
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
