Myriads of myopic insects swarm
Breed, feed, drop wings, die, all within the norm
Look up perchance, sight the big bird rising
Screech, curse or just go wisely sighing
‘Poor one, that, plunging into emptiness,
How will miss all earthy mud and marshes!’
Strange ’twill be if the air-borne big bird should
Change course, crash-land and catch a slushy cold.
No, it just pulls itself up, sights set high
Not for it, this befogged deathly mud pie.
Poet, bring a new star to fill the dearth
May you harness his rays, defog the earth
Or at least, go alone in thy brave way
May yet light the wing buds of a mutant stray.
‘Lok na pok’ is a Bengali expression meaning ‘ the common people who cavil at pioneers are like crawling worms’
Lok means people, pok means worms and na may be taken to mean ‘are’.
Swami Sampurnananda; 20 Dec. 2003, 1 p.m. Lalgarh Kuthia veranda.
Mahraj, beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteYou've captured one of main main reasons why I'm attracted to Vedanta -- the recognition of one's inherent greatness. As Swamiji says, it is the goal to manifest this divinity within...and hence, must soar high...above the secular and its foggy maya.
Thanks for sharing! You have a real talent. I hope to see more postings from you in the future.
-Br. Mark, St. Petersburg, Florida, USA
Thanks for the appreciation. Hope you are keeping well.
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