Blind Men's God
Ruby Tongbram *
Stood there the figure of a man
Crowned to the teeth, with a glorious fame
Tall it stood in the centre of man's praising arena,
The sacrifice of incanted varieties.
Whose members guessed.
It savoured which in red of blood and works of sweat.
'God indeed! No! God's better'
Run so the thoughts in the seeking hearts of lots.
Worshipped, thus, twice the God who in actual framed us, the mind and trust, that ours we claim.
Our senseless heart whispers,
This God is great!
The senseless mind that stops the make of common sense.
False assurance of life's immortality to comfort.
We clung together in circles that bigger went.
Alas! if was but the figure of a man of flesh and blood and life with an end, like flesh and fell, it followed.
The way of all flesh, which none escapes,
For none the better which the human hand in corrupted selfishness,
So clearly claim.
* Poem written by Ruby Tongbram for Hueiyen Lanpao
This poem was webcasted on September 16 2015.
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