Pain
A barefooted man
Walked in front of me
With a bad limp
Pulling his empty rickshaw,
I caught up with him
And asked what happened,
In broken Bengali,
He uttered,
“Pain.”
One Look
In one look,
You gave so much sweetness
To an old, wounded beggar,
That he felt like a prince;
I will keep your alms
Sweet one,
They will fill my hungry heart
More than food.
Without
Thakur,
Without my glasses,
I can’t see Your photograph,
Without Your grace,
I can’t see You.
Lance
Pride of knowledge
Is a lance
That rends the heart.
NILEEN PUTATUNDA, a social worker in Kolkata, is also a writer of spiritual poetry. His books of poetry have been favorably reviewed in journals of the Ramakrishna Order, Sri Sarada Math, and Sri Aurobindo Ashram, Pondicherry.
I love your PAIN and ONE LOOK. Thank you.
dear dear edith-didi,
namaste from india!
first, my millions of apologies for this very VERY late response. i have not had access to the net for nearly 15 months.
i don’t know about the next time for sure wrt the internet. i have still not been able to retrieve my email address though i feel there’s a good chance.
THANK YOU for the very kind words. and that too from one as special as you.
PLEASE convey my koti koti pronaams to John-dada (Schlenck) also for publishing these poems. it’s a JOY to be published in “AV”.
i have not been able to read your poetry here yet. am on another’s computer with limited time.
my pronaams, love and prayers,
nileen
Heart over mind, the broken lance. Love poem.
Namaste
thank you SO SO much, dear richard-dada.
i am VERY VERY SORRY for the late reponse. not had access to the net for 15 months nearly.
pronams, love, prayers,
nileen
PS PLEASE please thank JOHN SCHLENCK for publishing my poetry again in ‘AV’.