When I die.

When I die.

 

 

A wish, intent

swells in me to vent

painful to listeners

unwise with blurs

as It is certain

I have to shun

this mortal outfit

a five elements-knit

now a tattered entity

being over seventy.

“Desert it will”,it is sure

my soul pure or impure

to fly to another realm

as per parbdha karma

Then while on my way

Lord I earnestly pray

to permit me to stay

not waiting for the D day

or going to hell or heaven way

on a large banyan tree

forever to blissfully see

“Its prayers to the Lord

that how can it afford

being unequal to man

coexisting as per erring man’ plan

by serving Lord’s creation

devoid of discrimination

enduring without say

Whatever may come on its way

according to the doctrine

for men, as scriptures define,

that their prophets preach

and their experts teach

but when it comes to obey

fail the man in every way.”

In each of His creation

Lord gets His incarnation

Lord will blissed to see

the great service of the tree

that will add to my bliss

that I never want to miss.

Hey my kith and kin

friends through thick and thin

for me, it may be too late

yet to meet my desire innate

plant, each a banyan tree

and it, to nurture and see

maybe in future to it

my soul will shift

when my abode will be overrun

by the erring human civilization.

 

P K Roiutray

In the service of Lord

 

(N B- Parvdakarma the past deeds)