Another priest has been killed at Jhinai Daha-Bangladesh
The Bartman Patrika News
Date : July 2016
An old priest, in an age old shrine, which
Stands on the bank of a river, lean,
Calm and quiet, but flows with water clean -
Far away from maddening crowd and world of turmoil,
In Bangladesh, the sweetest land on this earth benign,
Dwells along with his Deities - Radha Krishna -
The Duo, the pair, the embodied Love Divine.
The Priest for years two score and one
Had been offering his soul's reverence
And rendering his Holy Services here
Where find shelter Devotees and Saints
Of all religion - Hindu, Muslim, Sufi, Sai, Darbes.
Nameless they mingle all in the infinite Oneness;
And sing and prey and ask for peace and piety
Of the Almighty
The shrine compound is a place, clear and serene,
Where men and women from many a community
throng almost every evening
To unburden their woes and miseries,
To listen to the solacing words of the smiling priest.
The day before yesterday morning came
As it comes everyday with all its grandeur.
The priest had his bath, had his flower basket in hand.
He was plucking flowers and singing a song: "Proclaims Chandidas -
Man is the manifestation of Eternal truth -
Love man, my brother, for there is nothing beyond."
Of a sudden he received a lethal stroke,
Fell down on the court yard.
In vain folded his arms,
Felt a dreadful pang in his throat,
Lay in a pool of blood,
On the shrine courtyard that he had
Cleansed and mopped by his own hand.
Perhaps, before breathing his last
He would have wished to see the face of his
Who had appeared in the guise of Death.
He too is a man indeed.
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