In arrogance, disdain, anger fraught,
I summoned the ‘SERVITOR ‘ ” forget me not”,
Incessant demands, they left and came,
I lacked the grace to hide in shame!
In sloth and leisure, my body obese,
Redolent with excess, they lacked release,
They served me through ‘a hard day’s night ‘,
I expected more with the morning light!
They gave their body, their flesh their, soul,
I claimed they lied, they thieved, they stole,
They smiled indulgent, they knew my style,
I stepped a step, they walked the mile!
HAMIN AST…
Then one morning, lo and behold,
I was in heaven, or so I was told,
No tray, no tea, no buttered toast,
Just luminous light to make the most!
Sudden fear engulfed me swift,
A clutch at my gut, my heart atwist,
Where were my SERVITORS? They feared me so,
Had they abandoned me for more?
On my knees, scrambling in the dust,
I raised my eyes slowly, I knew I must,
I looked not at anger and disdain,
But benevolence and understanding of my pain!
” Rise O SERVITOR and hold my hand,
Join me in service of the land,
There is no MASTER in my home and hearth,
One soul, one flesh, one spirit, one heart”!
I turned away my eyes in shame,
A flickering hope, a flare, a flame,
My SERVITORS stepped forth in my hour of need,
Cessation of arrogance, anger and greed!
No home, no hearth, no hell, no heaven,
No master, no SERVITOR, no mice, no men,
In searing realisation and vision clear,
HAMIN AST, HAMIN AST, HAMIN AST, IT’S HERE…
Rupa Chakravarti
