Yet Another Birthday
Each tree
looks behind, remembers
the seed,
imagines its further growth.
I know, the
great trees I see
will all
outlive me.
Why then
this waiting for the end?
Why the
celebrations of eternity?
Perhaps the
answer lies elsewhere—
in our
hereditary beliefs, our faith.
Why are we
here, why these
temporary
extensions, day by day?
Even today
we do not know so many
things—shadowy,
night-like.
It seems an
ancestral wish
is to be
fulfilled through a line
uttered
with love, just as it seems
there is
someone yet who can answer,
but who is
still to be born.
Faithfully
I wait.
Bibhu Padhi has published ten collections of poems. His work
has appeared in magazines and anthologies throughout the English-speaking
world. He lives in Bhyubaneswar (India) with his family.
Dear Bibhu,
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Please send another!
Michael
Bibhu,
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?Yours truly,
David Fox
Bibu, oh the thoughts this well written poem conjures up in my mind as I myself have asked the same questions in the past.I thank God I have found the answers for myself. Thank you for helping me remember the blessing of knowing the answers. God bless you to find yours.
ReplyDeleteCharlene
Very well thought out write Bibhu, to join with the trees and our maker
ReplyDeletein multiplying and replenishing the earth. Waiting patiently to greet
and name next in line. What a writing treasure!
Yancy