Sundar Kanta Walker
POEMS
All stories and poems © S.K.Walker - no unauthorised use permitted
SHANTANU ANTHOLOGY continued
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Lord of my infinite love So grateful I am to you my Lord When I saw his sparrow claw hands His smile held compassion beyond belief Paldon Gyatso spoke of the terrible hunger Many fell and many died but his divine Lord of love he had so much to tell Paldon Gyatso had each injustice In such a dignified way he displayed He showed the way he was hung My compassionate love Towards the end when he talked Lord of this frail body keeper of my life They were lethal weapons and yet By cherishing the ugly knives I have much to thank you I will remember always the rare quality
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My love lord of my puny life Each morning I wake up early Later in the day more I dance and sing 'happy birthday to you' Dogs are running merrily |
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Lord of love I stand up |
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My only love how wonderful it is My joy knows no bounds but grows daily Garlanded I am with hope and happiness I gaze through my window and appreciate The magic of your presence stirs forth It feels as if I am a phantom presence Flutes play enchanted music at the end of Now I see a kafila of camels crossing the desert |
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Oh my love - the compassionate one There is insensitivity and cruelty You bandaged his lacerated hands and feet His starvation through endless nights You gave him the courage, my lord You guided me to witness The duality of experiences needs to be You bring calm and beauty |
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Oh my Love - your compassionate nature The one who causes harm is bereft of hope You shared with me the tears of a child You bandaged his lacerated hands and feet I can feel and imagine his painful hunger pangs Coming back to the fearless child you loved You helped me to witness his suffering The duality of experiences needs to be seen You gave me revealing visions and show me |
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Light of my life I have shared Significant gatherings |
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Light of my life and true love of my life I saw significant gatherings sombrely sitting |
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She is searching for her lost father? I met the merry man sitting in his ivory tower He owned with honesty and humility Well, it was a long way to come You are my archetypal lover, father, brother You are the supreme Sangam my love |
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My darling love my perfection In you my search for perfection I - your bride has dyed my bridal gown The circle of my every breath holds you Others - shadows are they all A bunch of daisies gathered at dawn |
- Kanta Walker
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