A PERFECT MORNING
-
Tapan Kumar Pradhan (India)
-
It was a perfect
morning
cool
and sunny
I was on my way
through woods
The birds were on a
song
bees
danced and shimmied
Butterflies
fluttered around yellow flowers
And then there was
the bend
ahead,
a little clearing
Before I could take my
final road
Not even three steps
had I taken
when
I saw Him, face to face
just in front –not
Even a whisper away
Resting against the
trunk as only he does
one
leg bent slightly
smiling as only he can - just
a knowing smile, a
little
Stretching of lips,
forehead shining
in
the yellow soft light
Just as you’d imagine him to be
Basking in his own
halo
I blinked twice -
even pinched my skin
Here, like this. And
yes, he w-a-s there
As if he knew I was
coming
breath
turning to silent mist
dark curls twirling
With each passing
breeze
He w-a-s
standing there
But the third time I
blinked
he was n - o -
t there
I know you won’t
believe
I
have no pictures on reel
But I have captured
him alive
with
these very eyes
See how thrilled are
they, my eyes
having
feasted on him
for a full moment
Look into them, look
deep with faith
And you will see him
there
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