His Master’s Voice
Wandering
through the woods, wondering to untangle myths
To
‘Connect’ with the Supreme One, mulling it as the destination
The
good old shepherd, amidst the Nature’s noise
Always
yearned to hear, His Master’s Voice
The
old man woke up, while he was awake
Brows
lifted, eyes gleamed, mountains clapped, perhaps!
Ears
drooped but the heart could hear His Voice
Riches
forsaken, faiths abandoned, transcending bias and bigotry
Ubiquitous
was His melody, in the hum of ripples,
In
the echo of infant’s beam, in the chime of Rainbow arches!
In
the murmur of kissing flowers, In the shivers of skies
In
the tip-toed death’s clutches, in void, in Nothingness!
Presumed
as end - the ‘Connect’ was forgotten, perpetual it was
For
He shaped the shepherd, He steered the sheep, residing within, ever pervasive
This
new-found man, albeit deafening Noise, realized the Sound of Silence!
That
no means was indeed needed, to listen to His Master’s Voice!!
~ HMV ~
Poet’s
View: Poem depicts the enlightenment of a man who
has forsaken riches and man-made faiths, wanting to connect with the Almighty.
He now hears the Lord’s voice in everything around and realizes that no
medium/means is required to stay ‘connected’ with Him.
Glossary: untangle=decode; mull=think over; yearn=crave;
transcend=surpass; bigotry=religious prejudice; ubiquitous=omnipresent;
beam=smile; perpetual=everlasting; pervasive= all-encompassing;
albeit=although.
