O, darling, gentle tree
You always appeal to me.
Not merely when in green foliage clad
You come out frolicsome and glad
Not merely in your charming, budding youth
Flowering fragrance and fruition forsooth
But even when you stand dry, bare and bald
Barren of fruit, in your grey nudity clad.
I’ am impressed with your solemn dignity,
Unassuming greatness, noble humility.
Your sense of equality, devotion to duty,
And selfless sacrifice in the of humanity
Can any noble life in the world ever compare
To your life of sacrifice, so pure and rare?
Your fruit, your shade, your very life you give
In return for the cruel blows you mostly receive
From us the most ungrateful wretches under sun,
Who pride in their title of Lord’s best creation
Oh! Your humble, noble life-an eternal ‘Give’!
And ours-a constant ‘Take’ for which we live!
Could mankind be but a little bit like Thee.
This earth a veritable heaven would surely be.
Oh! Noble, humble tree!
Wish I were like Thee!
When we see the sun, we call it day
And when we don’t see, we call it night.
But the Sun is there always present
And it has neither day nor night.
The Sun neither rises nor does set
But we attribute both to the Sun
We say the Sun rises in the East
And sets below the Western horizon.
The Sun emanates both light and heat.
The same light and heat for all
But countries have a hot climate
And some are not warm at all.
Mostly when we compare ourselves
With others of greater prosperity
We hesitate not even to blame God.
And accuse Him of partiality.
But we forget that material prosperity
Is not the sole criterion of comparison;
Each individual has his own individuality
Each reaps the consequence of his action.
We forget likewise to look at those
Materially much below us who are
And whose thinking is exactly like ours
When with us themselves they compare.
How can we ever imagine God
As getting pleasure seeing people suffer?
When we take credit for our achievements
Shouldn’t we take the blame in case of failure?
We are ourselves partial in our dealings
So we think God like us must partial be!
He is Omnipotent, Omnipresent, Omniscience
And the abode of peace, Bliss and Grace is He.
We judge God with our own imperfect scale
So inadequate to gauge the Limitless
And that is why we utterly fail
That all-pervading grace to assess.
Be fully content with what you have
Think-‘Even this I don’t deserve’,
Then will your heart fill with gratitude
For the overflowing God’s love!
A pot is essential to fetch water
From whatever source it may be
And how much water we can fetch
Is solely dependent on its size.
If our pot is a small drinking glass
And we start out in search of water
Whether we go to a well, a pond, a river,
A lake, a sea or an ocean for that matter.
We can fetch only that glassful of water
Proving that our reasoning was false
In our expectation of getting more water
If we go to a larger water source.
Same are our heart, mind and intellect,
If their power be restricted by selfishness
They can’t go beyond that limit
A situation in proper perspective to assess.
But unlike any man-made pot
They have enormous power of expansion
We can utilize them to the best extent
And go on enhancing our power of action.
So enormously can our heart expand
That it can contain within its fold
Nature with Her various manifestations
And all the living beings in this world.
Our fickle mind can attain concentration
Deep enough to visualize the universe
And our intellect can be adequately sharpened
To comprehend God’s creation mysterious
Despite all apparent diversities
Which are woven into a chain together
By that all pervading invisible power
No scientific research can discover.
So enlarge your pot best you can
Long before the last warning rings
And Ramakrishna Paramahamsa
Has given this advice to all human beings.
Anyone can start this essential exercise
Of ‘Enlarging one’s pot’ and in this process
This first step is to get over narrow mindedness
And the long standing slavery to selfishness
Plant a seed in the soil
From a seed a big stalk is born
And in time when the stalk ripens
You get thousands of grains in return.
Plant the seedlings of a fruit tree
Or, say, any tree for that matter
And what it gives during its life-time
Do you just for once consider!
That is ‘Nature’ and what is ‘Man’?
We very well know what we are
The best creature of God’s creation
But how much for others we care?
The trees ‘Give’ as long as they live
Irrespective what they receive
Need we reckon only how much we receive
Oblivious of how much we should give?
Isn’t it high time to take stock
And think, before the last bell tolls,
How much we owe to others?
We’ve lived most of our lives for ourselves
For the rest of our lives let’s ‘Give’
Whatever time and energy we still have
For others to think, work and live
Wealth can give you the fattest cushion
And the softest, if you please,
But not a peaceful dreamless sleep,
A sound slumber of ease
The choicest works of the best authors,
You may get with your pelf
But the wealth of the world can’t make you be
A good author yourself
Your flourishing firms may will be equipped
With herds of brainy men
But where’s the wealth can make of you
A man of capable brain?
Wealth might buy you the service of doctors
And drugs conducive to health
But health itself you never can buy
In return for all your wealth.
You may have at table a sumptuous feast
With many a flavored dish
But where’s the can create in you
The appetite to relish!
Wealth can give you a thousand of friends,
Not one to give his life.
It can procure for you a hundred bed mates
Never a true loving wife!
Sure with wealth you can provide for self
A life of endless leisure
But where’s the wealth can buy the bliss
Of rest after tiring labor!
When all is said and done, you find
That how soever you may try,
Never can wealth give all want
There are many, money can’t buy!
When I think of your life of experiment
The fruition of which was our independence
My heart is tortured by utter torment
And tears roll down my eyes without pretense
O father of the Nation!
When leaders forget their motto of service
When parties fight to capture the power
By hook or by crook or through any device
How I wish you were with us at this hour
O Father of the Nation!
In South Africa you fought against apartheid,
Demonstrating the power of non-violence in action
And they extolled you as ‘Mahatma’; instead
We cunningly plotted your assassination
O Father of the Nation!
But, were you really living at this hour
You’d have been compelled suicide to commit
Unable to bear the pangs of utter despair
We have saved you from the gravest sin. Isn’t it?
O Father of the Nation!
Who is smaller than the smallest atom even?
Larger than the largest one can imagine
Who is beyond the grasp of comprehension?
Of mind, intellect and imagination,
Who transcends thinking and reasoning?
Who, though unseen, pervades everything?
Who is “The One”, “The Only Truth” to be known?
Who has no beginning nor end and is unborn,
Who was there before this creation came into being,
Who would be there after dissolution of everything?
In whom exist multitudinous Universes
Within a tiny pore of His limitlessness,
Whose glory the world continues to sing,
He’s what we call ‘God’ the ‘Universal Being’.
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I am Sisir Kanta Mishra.
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