When I break down
P. V. Laxmi
Prasad
Absorbed as I sit
In deep meditation,
When thoughts of mundane
World in ceaseless flow
Will come to interrupt
The silent chanting.
The altar of worship
Abuzz with disturbing things of life.
By ringing phone-calls, crying lips
Of beggars, merry-making children,
The gentle touch of house-flies,
And not to mention,
The ever-busy mosquitoes,
To rule the roost and
Irritating noises from aside,
Annoying voices of
Gentle women folk of
Neighbourhood,
Complaining of whims and fancies,
The village-priest knocking the doors
For divine offering.
All in one go, all in one go,
To ruin the air of serenity.
To please for divine grace,
Is to seek another life.