The Last Refuge
Jitendra Kumar Singh*
God
when my hands were
Occupied with gold I could not
Join them in prayer
My mouth was full of flesh
I could not sing to Thee
And when I became empty
I desired wealth again ,but not work
This time with hands full of
Arms and ammunition!
I was envious of those
Who worked hard honestly
Who had faith in You and life
I looted them ,cheated them
Hated them.. killed them!
My heart was heavier than gold
My soul already sold
My hair straight and thoughts curled
My skin white and heart black
Clothes all red.
I did not pray to thee , sing to thee
Today I stand on my knees , helpless
God grace me in this moment
With purity and innocence
Bless me patience,
A greater will
To come back to life and hard work
And faith, polish me with
Wisdom and knowledge with a
A helping hand ,a forgiving smile
A loving heart , a peaceful soul.
* Written by Jitendra Kumar Singh
The poet is working as a part time Science Teacher at St. Thomas High School, Kontha Ahallup, Imphal. He has been a Social Worker with Bosco Mangal, Donbosco Chingmeirong, Imphal.
Webcasted on October 12 2010
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