Bliss Supreme Poem by Suresh Kumar EK

Fullmoon was slowly rising,
moonlight started cascading,
Nature was fully reflecting,
Cool rays of God's blessings.

Francis The Saint was walking,
Through the city roads, shining
At that sleepy hours, late night
The moon smiled, in full delight.

Seeing a heavenly blissful sight,
The Saint fell into the delirium,
It was to him, the bliss supreme,
He lost the senses, wildly dancing


He couldn't understand the silence,
Why people unaware of the blessing,
How can they be, in such a sleeping,
Without watching the supreme showing.

He became angry with the town dwellers,
Thought that they lost all their virtues,
He wanted to wake them, from their sleep,
Even though it was for them, midnight deep.

Before him, he noticed the dome of a church,
He ran fast the steps to the top of the hill,
There he found, a round gigantic bronze bell,
And pulled again and again, the rope of the bell.

The monstrous bell made such an alarming sound,
People became panic and they jumped out of the bed,
They gathered soon before the nave from far and wide,
All were in troubles, shouting gibberish to be rescued.

Butthere they saw Saint Francis, simply laughing,
And pointing his fingers, to the rising moon, dancing,
He was whirling round and round as if he was really flying
His face was lit with a divine glory that he only has meaning.

"Why are you sleeping when God is showering the supreme light"?
They became angry and returned their wrath to the skinny saint,
Couldn't enjoy the delightful sight, or anything in that late night,
They cursed the holy man and returned their home, with full of hate.