WAITING FOR THE LORD

The snow sparkles  
Over the Himalayas...  

A little sparrow  
Lisping the Lord's prayer  
Flutters its wings  
And knows not  
Where to perch itself.  

A camp here  
And a camp there  
Crying against each other  
Lure the winged one  
To jump into the fire  
They have lit for the night.  

From afar  
You can hear  
The supersonic shouts  
Of the camp followers  
Frantically trying to tear apart  
The soul of the little sparrow  
With their dogmas  
And doctrines.  

All around hovers  
The shroud  
Of a killing chill  
And the sparrow  
Keeps on whispering  
Into eternity  
The sublime words  
Of the Lord's Prayer:  
Hallowed by thy name  
Thy kingdom come  
Thy will be done.  
  

Translation :
Brajakishore Das