My Driver Poem by Prabhat Kumar Sahoo

Each morning, I lit up
Incense stick before the Lord Jagannath on my car,
Murmur a few words,
'You are the Master
And myself your driver, me Lord! '

Soon after the prayer,
I feel quite wally, nervy,
A question resonate within
'Who is the driver
Am I or is He? '

My weary body and soul
Lay on bed at end of evening
All on sudden in darkness
I hear somebody in trance
Patting my soul, saying
'I am your only driver, Driver
Of whole universe, my dear! '

This console me to calm
Feel quite secured
My vacaous intellect bow down
Once again
Till the Sun knock me at door.

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