Sunday, 25 August 2013



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Poetry Pantry - #164

 PRAYER 

 

In the dimly lit hut
The little fairy blows the white conch shell
And lights her tiny oil lamp
Makes sure her deity is garlanded
And sandal paste put on its forehead
She offers sweetmeats on banana leaves
They will become Prasad bearing blessings
She closes her eyes and sings
The soulful music lights the celestial lamps
Every atom vibrates with devotion
She becomes Prayer herself

Rising fragrance from the incense stick
Envelops the devotee’s world


 

24 comments:

  1. This is very beautifully meditative, Sumana.

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  2. wonderful imagination and lovely poem:)

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  3. Very evocative Suamana! I can see this little fairy!

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  4. "She becomes Prayer herself" - how beautiful is that? As a believer in all things faery, this touched me so much! Beautiful, Sumana.

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  5. thanks for the look in on the ritual...and the same line as talon...becoming the prayer...so integral to most faiths....

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    1. the ritual sometimes prepare the mind for meditation.....thanks Brian for dropping by

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  6. This is lovely, especially "she becomes prayer itself". Serenity!

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  7. I agree with Sherry, so lovely and I too love the line "she becomes prayer itself"

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  8. I enjoyed reading your piece!

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  9. it's always good to know, even a bit, about the rituals of another religion.. :)
    an interesting write!

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  10. She becomes prayer herself ... lovely! :)

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  11. Well done, Sumana! I love that you detailed "sandal paste...sweetmeats...banana leaves". Thank you!

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    1. thanks Adam for your kind comment....

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