THE LITTLE MONK

I’m not hugged by the warmth

of the saffron holy robe,

Still I embrace simplicity.

Spiritual chants never echoed

my congested corridors,

but my lips prays in solace.

My tiny foot could never run

for the services always,

but my hands fetched water for the thirsty;

gave food to the famished.

I search for lush green mountains

or river bays,

But I’m fitted into this smoggy place

I still stay calm.

I’m a little monk,

With no clad robes

or shaved heads.

When the world around me shouts at

all the materialistic things

and unending needs,

I stay quiet;

Sometimes wonder what’s this show?

My dad shouts at my mom

My mom cries in vein,

I still look into the moment;

And see that I’ve a family.

I’m an early bird

and I pray for all,

I memorize my lessons

and teach them all.

I wear many hats:

Of peace, mindfulness

Of focus, forgiveness.

My age shouldn’t define me,

My wisdom does!

I’m a little monk

But I don’t know pujas

Nor I have a guru,

But I pace with good attitude

And is always at peace with myself!

Dr. Alka Ram