A prayer to God cannot be waste.

“A prayer to God cannot be waste.”

                  - Dr. M. Thirumeni

When I was on verge of frustration,

Crawling over moratorium on my heart,

Moon is not shining well in the night,

Mind not in conversation with me,

I sat on a red platform of stone Shwasan Kali,
Burning mind like candle glows with amber, 

My mobile phone started ringing,

One voice just uttered one sentence,

“A prayer to God cannot be waste.”

Advice just poured in my ear,

Something would come out from prayer

When I pray to God, and put me

In the realm of fulfillment, sooner or later.

And the voice disappeared instantly.

BRAVE CHILDREN

Picture Credit: Blue bell books.blogspot.short-story-slam-week-86

Kids are gentle in the morning light,

Being innocent, they enjoy every moment,

While playing, keeping mind pure as light,

In their endless searching and learning with

Elders who help them to train nascent minds

To know the truth to find plucking of apples

In the orchard is like gathering knowledge

About life and nature and bees, altogether,

Those hold history, story, poetry and

Thus they move into speeches of God’s men,

And know good persons, who say about truth,

About light, day and night thus created for

Distinguishing what it is good or evil

And they learn talking about good things.

They will sacrifice for others who love them.

WHISPERS TO GOD

The child is feeble

His eyes go deep into face,

Yet he eats, dances, moves,

Cries, smiles, the red face

Looks pale when he baths,

Mother says his structure

Is so, and she messages cream

To remove his paleness,

I only pray to God, Lord,

Please keep the child moving,

You love him,

You care him,

I am an onlooker,

And if I put advice

I fear my eyes will

Be blinded forthwith,

And my mind cries

On my helplessness

As the world is for theirs,

My old age burns are

All fake to them,

Other relations are nothing,

And I do not put my finger

Into the fire,

That will kill my whole essence

And the child will remain

In their whims, and child lives in pains.

I whisper to the world

God may hear my words.