Belief

 
 

 

I don’t want to sound selfish

as I believe I am not,

well, that’s everyone’s faith

yet I can’t help rolling back to myself only

and not to this burning world.

It has been, is and will be

like this, always smeared with blood;

who could forget the scourging,

thorns, nails, lance

 and those five wounds

for a single Man?

 

Bloodshed is Eternal.

So is Love.

 

I am not given the responsibility

of this spinning planet

to make it whirl in my way.

Rather unlike previously

I have learnt

to bridle my tongue.

Now it discriminates

words and foods;

my feet, so used to strides

try to grasp smaller steps, now;

I try to let the Beauty and the Beast be.

 

For Bloodshed is Eternal.

So is Love.

 

I feel the change in me;

I have no want;

only when my eyes behold

the war torn Syrian children

holding a poster of Pikachu,

asking the Pokémon Go crazy world

to find them and rescue,

my heart bleeds;

words birth

I breathe silent prayers

to fill the air.

 

Bloodshed is Eternal.

So is Love.

 

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Posted for Gayle’s hosting Part Five; Revisiting Anthony Desmond @ dVerse for their 5th year celebration

&

Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

                                                                  

 

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32 thoughts on “Belief

  1. There is a maturing in your verse…a learning within your own religeon, own spirituality…an owning of it…and perhaps of our world a bit…i was so humbled when i was in nepal, being around people that had so little but were willing to give it…

  2. I love this:
    “It has been, is and will be
    like this, always smeared with blood;
    who could forget the scourging”

    “I have learnt
    to bridle my tongue.
    Now it discriminates”

    I was there once. I hope I can get back.

    Holy wow. This is a powerful image:

    “only when my eyes behold
    the war torn Syrian children
    holding a poster of Pikachu,
    asking the Pokémon Go crazy world
    to find them and rescue”

  3. sMiLes.. my friEnd..
    a loss of hunger
    for Love..
    A stomach
    thaT is alWays
    filLed with food…
    funny/sad.. bitter/
    sweet how
    thatT
    works
    but reaLiTy
    proves it
    again and
    again over
    and over again..
    A child’s eYes hungry for Love
    in one country and a child’s eyes
    hungry for a character in a
    screen in
    another
    country..
    i suppose
    the lonely child
    is gifted
    with
    the
    gift
    of cross..
    funny how the
    dArk makes the
    liGht so lovely
    as sad
    eYes
    wanton
    for Love or perhaps
    a real man on a cross
    in eYes of child reaL noW..
    Funny.. how so many people cannot
    see the cross in those eYes wanton for Love..
    No.. i lied..
    it’s
    sad..
    tHeRe’s
    no other
    word for it
    but TruTh..
    In liGht oF liEs..
    Lord of the flies.. as
    such.. instead of Cross
    oF
    Fearless
    Love that
    kNows no Border..:)

  4. The emotional & spiritual marriage of bloodshed & love; what a reality–this is a sad, yet hopeful piece, that manages to comment on the state of the world, but offers some solution; nicely done.

  5. But there’s so much profit to be made out of adversity. Contentment is not a big consumer we can tolerate the world falling apart so long as it doesn’t affect our town. Beautifully written Sumana.

  6. Oh Sumana, this breaks my heart – the child with his picture, seeking rescue. This burning world is burning indeed. One strives for inner calm, as best one can. No end to the bloodshed….thankfully, no end to Love. Thank you for this remarkable poem.

  7. There is too much heartache in the world right now.. too much blood being shed… to many lives and livelihoods destroyed. Yet Pokemon seem to be getting all the attention.

    Yours is a voice of our times.

  8. A beautiful wise write. I do so hope one day we learn though, do so hope you are wrong about bloodshed, but I fear you are not.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

  9. Oh Sumana I read and reread this through tears….such powerful truth as all we can do is silently pray for the world and show love….for it is the only thing I know to do when I see the bloodshed. It was what that one Man did when they hung him on a cross….love!

    ‘my feet, so used to strides
    try to grasp smaller steps, now’

  10. being a world changer is for prophets and hence your lines are clearly seen:
    “my feet, so used to strides
    try to grasp smaller steps, now”

    the horrors of the world are transmitted into our own small world and we do not know what to do or say – as with your poem we just speak out

Thank You :)

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