Our own Lord, The Great God took a human birth
And suffered with us all privations on the Earth
It’s all for one person, me !Yea, me alone here !
He had said so explicitly in His Ramakrishna wear
In the temple, in the City played his nectarine sound
Folks gathered in gaiety as bees, a flower abound
`Forget not thine own, thy God!’ preached He day and night
`See thou within thy heart Godhead in all Its might’
Had not The Mother Divine set him at this task?
But with body he was entwined, had to play His part
Cancer struck his throat hive* His service no respite
`Thousand scores such painful lives I’ll live and die to raise
A single soul to its divine heights’ declared He tenderly
And I am that soul by all rights I’ve realized humbly
28 April 2002; Evening-Night
In this poem `Me’ can mean every reader i.e. any and every person not only the
poet.
* hive is the place where honey is stored. Thakur’s nectarine words are from his
throat. So throat is called hive.
This is a `sonnet with twelve syllables in each line and the rhyme pattern being aa,bb,cc,dd,ee,ff,
& gg with mid sentence rhyme in each pair of lines.
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