I can recall that first prayer I made <br />I learnt it from my father indeed. <br />For me its was uttering 3 stanza <br />In front of the statues plaza. <br />Eyes closed, hands folded. <br /> <br />I still remember <br />I did my prayer <br />To the utmost satisfaction of my father. <br />There was a kind of fear <br />With Father and not with God. <br /> <br />3-stanza utterance continued without fail <br />As I grew it remained just a customary sail. <br />No fear of father or God <br />Prayer still a part of daily guide. <br />Impatient to complete. <br /> <br />Youth fell on me in due course <br />It’s like a ride on the horse. <br />Even forgetting routines <br />Flew behind all fantasies and thrills. <br />Prayer totally lost its credence. <br /> <br />Then came litmus test of life ahead, <br />Acid and Base to be distinguished, <br />Cried for help and hands raised, <br />For all odds god was cursed, <br />For all good he was not thanked. <br /> <br />Then came the time, life at close sight <br />Peak and recession implicit. <br />Learnt, even to pray mercy for other’s evilness <br />An itinerary to seek into consciousness. <br />Prayer has become a healer to my soul. <br /> <br />Prayer is not to get the virtues with plead <br />It’s thanks giving for the virtues enjoyed. <br />Prayer is not a bargain between offering and blessing <br />It’s a hope within, pledged with musing. <br />Prayer is to awaken the self and to be refined. <br /> <br />-vidi- <br />28-04-08<br /><br />Vidi Writes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prayer-65/
