A Day For The Lord

'Oh, Lord! By morn, I blossom,
And by eve, I wither,
Then, of what use, I'm? '
Cried the fluttering flower.

'Oh, No! Beautiful Colors,
With sweet little honey,
And enchanting fragrance,
Haven't you, in plenty? '

'Isn't a bunch of yours
Makes one beautiful garland,
To rest O'er My shoulders,
Also a bouquet in My hand? '

'Don't you bear the fruit,
Rich in its sweetness,
That others may eat,
For their own happiness? '

'You'll adorn My bosom, '
At the end, said the Lord,
' When, by morn, you bloom, '
As He smiled and consoled.

Like this came, in turn,
To know its meaningful existence
One by one, of the Lord's creation,
As He heard its grievance.

The tree, that offers its fruits,
Takes the heat of the Sun,
And a shady temple, it builds
For the Lord, to live in.

The Cow gives its milk,
For the Lord's over head bath.
The Worm offers its silk,
For His embroidered clothe.

The Deer spares its musk,
As a perfume, air borne,
And the Elephant, its tusk,
To beautify His throne.

The Peacock gives its feathers,
To adorn the Lord's Crown,
As a seat of colorful plumes,
To the delight of everyone.

The Yak's long golden hair,
Bristled inside a silver handle,
Fans the Lord with cool air,
Mixed with the flavor of sandal.

The bamboo stick with holes,
Played in the Lord's soft hands,
Mesmerizes all the living beings,
Spell bound by the musical sounds.

The mother earth gives,
Gold, Silver and what not,
That all her bountiful riches,
Go to make His ornament.

Now came the man's turn,
For him to say, what to offer?
As nothing, on him, was grown,
Excepting his long hair.

Before the Lord, he fell and cried,
'Ho, Lord! My ego rests on my hair,
That, to Thee, when offered,
My 'Self' becomes pure and fair.'

'Why, unlike Thy other creation,
I've nothing, in me, to offer Thee,
Except my love and affection?
From bondage, liberate myself free.'

The Lord consoled the man at last,
Blessing him, with His hands raised,
'Of all the creations, you're the best,
Yes, it's true, ' the most Merciful said.

'You're born with a pair of limbs,
Also a sixth sense, to think and act
For you to lead the lesser beings.
In the world of creations, in fact.'

'It's your hands, that move the flower,
To reach and touch My Lotus feet.
It's your skill, that makes a tower,
Of glory and success to its height.'

'With the power of your muscle,
And with the power of your voice,
For Me, you can build a castle,
And can sing ever in praise of Me'

'It's your love for all the beings,
That makes Me ever happy,
While your hate for others,
Keeps Me most unhappy.'

'Keep this world of paradise,
Spreading the message of love,
As beautiful as an abode of peace,
That's the best way for you to serve.'

Thus spoke the Supreme Lord,
Cheering all His creations,
And went back to His abode,
Showering His merciful Blessings.

by Rajaram Ramachandran

Comments (12)

A very touchy dialogue between God and son….yeah if we can think we’re singing by God’s voice box, walking by his legs, working by His hand…then the flood of grace descends …a very nice poem …like solace the we’re no less by just reversing the mindset of our action we can be near God. Ten+ Ms. Nivedita UK
An excellent theme said in elegant verses. Having been born in this world, everybody has a purpose here to fulfill. God has given us all the faculties for our own rescue, wit and wisdom. God has been kind that way. It is upto us to use these tools- body, mind, thought, intelligence- in a diligent manner for a better living. Otherwise, these tools are enough for our death. Atomic explosion in an atomic pile would give us energy for various useful purposes. The same explosion over Nagazaki can also exterminate the entire humanity. This is the truth.
very very wonderful....it is long but descriptive and worth reading for..it is so touching...everything is there..very complete...the beauty of His creations, His love for mankind that He specially created....reational beings......thanks sir for creating this piece...which brought teardrops along with your lines... and reflect...i really love sir this...A+10++++
'Keep this world of paradise, Spreading the message of love, As beautiful as an abode of peace, That's the best way for you to serve.' the poet at the end of his long descriptive beautiful narration gives this valuable message to mankind...good composition 10
Maam ekam saranam vraja!
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