Dhoola Mandir Dusty Temple (Poem) by Tagore Translated by Ranu

Leave worship prayer adoration.

Why are you sitting in the  closed  corner!

Deity (Photo credit: chooyutshing)

Hiding in the dark what are you doing

who are you secretly worshipping,

Open your eyes look__ the deity is not in your room.

He has gone where the farmers are plowing__

the place where the rocks are broken to build roads all year!

In the blazing sun,exhausted ,he is with them all,

his hands are covered with dust___

like him you should change and join us.

Freedom? where can you be free,where is freedom!

The Lord is confined with his creation.

stop meditating,leave your flower basket,

let the clothes tear, let the dust cover you__

let’s work with the deity and perspire together.

DP Daily Prompt: Wall to Wall Post by Ranu

My wall in the bedroom depicts our bygone days,

our looks,  happy and sad,

happy that we are still young and lots to look for ,

my wall reminds me about my pictures on the wall,

my youngest hungry and unhappy,

I couldn’t instantly give her food.

To her that’s what life meant,eating and playing,

not sitting in front of a camera waiting to

be photographed by an unknown.

How did I feel,embarrassed I couldn’t find

anything to satisfy a two year old ,

who didn’t understand the meaning of

person,place or thing.

There they are from young to grown up,

perhaps they may not remember those days,

to me those were the days when we were happy,

we were together.

I look at those pictures and think about the days

when we could spend time together.

Now they are only memories of days gone by,

still priceless!