While walking around the temple premises, I found how grand is his abode and how dingy and tiny is mine. Is it because I am not as great as him? If yes, can’t I uplift myself to reach up to his heights? Am I so low? Is this what the religions preach? But I love the picture of God in my mind and I do not worship him as a slave. Can’t we sit together like friends? Won’t he love me back for my excellence?
|This picture was taken at Vishnupad mandir, Gaya, Bihar.|
Looking at your grandiose abode,
As a slimy worm on the ground…
Why myself so belittled, unworthy (as your slave),
In the books of your praise, I found?
The seed of faith in my heart,
Was sown so perfectly at time,
That today, It flows in my nerves,
A perennial food for my mind it serves.
Like others, I believe in your magnificence,
Though, I haven’t seen you…
I see the wonders you carved with your hands.
I imbibe the purity of my heart,
From the love you have spread in our land.
But I don’t treat myself so low.
Oh! Of course, I am not as stupendous as you.
So, before you, I bow.
Still, I believe in the greatness of my soul.
That I can grow colossally by the virtue of my art,
My verses and the great love that I nurture in my heart.
That someday, I would qualify to sit next to you,
And together we would share our views.