"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Pray For Grieving Hearts

In a distant land a little child
A refugee child drowns in sea
Among many others his body washed on shore
The heart breaking news, the horror of their struggle
That little boy's picture glued to mind
I can not shake it out.

Today is Krishna Janmashtami
A day of celebration for Hindus
Krishna who spoke words of wisdom 
To guide Arjuna through the chaos and turmoil 
In the battle of Kurukshetra
War ends-
But battle of grief and suffering 
Never ends.

Krishna Janmashtami a day of celebration 
But I am not at peace
No festivities, no celebrations draw me today
I will keep the fast not to celebrate a festival 
But to pray for that child
To pray for suffering humanity
I will keep reminding myself
Krishna's message
All my anger, all my frustration
All my goodwill, all my compassion
I surrender to Him
I pray and come to Him
Give us peace give us light
I who am nobody-
Sends a prayer for peace 
And love to all.
Pray for grieving hearts.

Savita Tyagi

9. 4. 2015


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