Forget Me Not

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It’s my habit, when walking
to pick you some flowers
so I do
clasping the stems in one hand
for the next half an hour,
while the sky darkens
but only when I put them at your feet
do I realise, I’ve picked
forget-me-nots
sky blue with yellow centres
and some a touch of pink
each one, I realise,
a small prayer
I know you bestow limitless mercy upon everyone
But I fear sometimes
That I’m not included in everyone
Or
just that my desire is not sincere
I fear that not being anchored to you
I will so easily be swept away
Like each tiny flower,
I am so small
But please,
See my prayer
And disregard its ineloquence
Please see my desire
And help me to purify it
And though I am so far from your feet
Please see me down here
And forget me not
Forget me not

3 Comments

  1. love the poem.I am one of the fan of ISCKON,I believe it is most noble work spreading name of Krishna for which devotees do so much hard work.

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  2. Thank you for wording so eloquently a prayer I was too afraid to write.

  3. This makes me want to cry..
    Simple yet brimming feeling.

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