Poem 'Tiny Lord from Heaven' is composed In search of 'Meaning of Life.'

আপডেট: ০৬ অগাস্ট ২০২২, ১৩:৫০

Tiny Lord from Heaven

 

Rain, one can explain as heaven’s reward,
Falls from the sky, heavenly source of supply.
Product of Lord, His blessings and award.

In guise of rain, Lord relieves all our pain.
With full mirth, Lord mix with Earth
quench the thirst of nature parched.

Earth’s reservoir – big and small,
belongs to Him all.
In clay earth, at will He berth
that be shallow well or deep sea.
Where He will be, know none but He.

If the well dries or the sea level rise
Nothing matter to the water,
as it’s only part, not the whole.
It depart on heaven’s call, aborting all
and fuse with Lord, whom it extol.

Water is like our soul,
a tiny Lord in all clay mould.
It comes and goes, no late no early
like faithful orderly.


Part of Lord, with full of mirth,
comes down to earth,
to station with His creation.
Clay becomes live as Lord arrive,
it has no other fascination.

Tiny Lord, in every bod it dwell,
as Lord’s mole, only to keep us all well.
Alas, at final call, it departs leaving all,
no looking back at all, no farewell.