AFTER A GAP

God, My Lord
I write
Praise The Lord
In a tiny scribbling pad
And put the date
5-5-007
Two zeroes and the gun-like seven
Bond-like
The seven trailing the Zeroes
Zero-zeroes
Hissing the zzzzzz
Aspirited with gustoes
which, My Lord
like soap bubbles
burst in front of our eyes
in History Channel.
like Caesars and Titos.
Like bygones of Natural History
aired into space
where satellites beamed
the capsuled quanta
for every half hour.

2
I am baffled
After teaching thirty two years
of school level Histories
of our unmatched past
of vedantic synthesis
of all like the temple
which the Mission built
at Kalady.
in Bengali style
with white clad swamis there
aspirants in fact,
serving regency there
talking so nice Bengali.

I clarified with a swami-
in the book- stall,
pleasant faced
He said yes.
After all, I too thought so
that everything started in Bengal
till they got the Nobel,
producing the likes of Bose
and the Nandalal and Ramkinkar,
and our own Malayali there
Guess who. We all respect him.

Ten points lost for each clue.
Basu will do it.
He will do it even more
Like the Great Vivekananda,
the Most Learned of the Last.
Yes, the Last Century
and the last before it.
By the end of it.
during renaissance

3
Yhe Mission built a temple there
Paramahamsa in sanctorum.
Lamps glowing
In perambulation.
The disciples also glowing
framed in black and white.
The white glowing.
The Param.
The final.
Yes, like World Cup
only two left
Black and white,
Untruth and truth.
Unlight and light
4
The Light as Jesus told.
More as Yagnavalkya taught us
yes, to pray (B.U. c2k3v5)
Asothama Sat Gamaya
Thamosama Jyothir Gamaya
Mrithyorma Amritham Gaamaya.
So there the light is there.
Sat, Jyothi and Amrutham.
The Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit.
That is called parallelism.
5
“You can make many of them”,
said the aging CMI Father
“I too have made some”:
He said after retiring
some seventeen years ago.
As the Principal S.H College.
Pranams to the Great Teacher.