The Untempled God of the soil

 

Dr. Sudhansu Dash

Standing between the fired sun and the barren earth

The uncalendered date of time

Dates  everybody’s  time in the calendar.

Not a man of letters

But his letters remain unread to everyone.

The signature of his blood on the earth

Enlivens the blood, bone and bliss of the mortal frame

Promised to pacify the fire of the stomach

At the cost of his own.

The clouds hovering over his head

Find tears in his eyes

While wiping the tears

The clouds begin to weep

His mind filled with pretty simple lessons of life

The innocent God delivers the smiles of an infant.

He judges not any

Lest people would judge him humble

As he understands things that few understand

Yet certain wisdom is in his eyes that escapes our wits

The untampled God has no name

Who paid his dues but no one knew.

Just expects nothing

Other than keeping his spirit awakened for others

His body strong

His faith on the soil unburdened

His heart beats tight and laugh relaxed

That stands gazing the horizon

When everything slips from his cup.