The Holy Cross Poem by Prabir Gayen
The Holy Cross
The Holy Cross
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Restless Drongos are flying
Above my head as if busy
for something Momentous deed,
Some are flying and floating like
Making holiday party,
Flying and floating with sad delight,
Trees on the horizon silent and deep,
With setting of the light meditating,
I am on my bed a silent visitor,
Witnessing the vastness with restless being.
The chirping of the birds hearldig the departure of the day,
The cooling air is blowing to warn them to find their nest,
On the way through memory and painful heart do I witness One Big Heart,
The Heart that did come to save Mankind,
Carrying the cross with sad face,
With panting deep I walked with Him side by side,
Wished to carry His cross on my shoulder with compassion deep,
He looked at me with painless rejoice and walked alone,
I walked and my walking stopped,
Jesus on the cross and I stood with heavy heart,
Blood that flew without sorrow,
Put me on a deserted field,
I have to bear my own cross every moment,
That was the message from the Son of God.
With every passing day the whisper sweet and dream delightful pass on my soul,
Awakening me to the vast eternity,
To stir my sleepy mind to love everything,
The holy Cross and the Son of God with broad eyes to walk towards Him.
No bud will bloom for me and I am to bloom for myself,
The cross is no my soul and I am carrying to the doomsday.
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I have to bear my own cross every moment, That was the message from the Son of God.... //.... One who has compassion in his heart will be rattled by the pain of others also. You have captured the theme quite elegantly. Thanks a lot for this profound piece.
On the way through memory and painful heart do I witness One Big Heart, The Heart that did come to save Mankind, Carrying the cross with sad face, great faith dear Prabir....... selflessness and deep love and accepting the sufferings of life and doing everthing for others and caring for them.......... thank u dear Prabir for your greatness of heart and nobility... tony
The chirping of the birds hearldig the departure of the day, The cooling air is blowing to warn them to find their nest,
Restless Drongos are flying Above my head as if busy for something Momentous deed, Some are flying and floating like Making holiday party,
He looked at me with painless rejoice and walked alone, I walked and my walking stopped,
Restless Drongos are flying Above my head as if busy in for something Momentous deed, Some are flying and floating like Making holiday party, ..
Restless Drongos are flying Above my head as if busy for something Momentous deed, Some are flying and floating like Making holiday party, Flying and floating with sad delight, Trees on the horizon silent and deep, With setting of the light meditating, I am on my bed a silent visitor,
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8/2/2025 9:58:04 AM # 1.0.0
I normally I don't comment on religiosity great poets have blocked me but you have heralded a great poem I can see a Christian you MAY BE PG
Thanks dear poet...Christ is in every soul..the light way and Truth...