Man with a Golden Heart

Satya

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MAN WITH A GOLDEN HEART is a small volume of free-style verses by the humanitarian doctor, Satya Sri. As explained in the preface, the author wove these pearl-like poems in order to relieve himself from the pain and tension he experienced in his life. He says he would like to share his feelings with his readers, as this would give him satisfaction.

Sujets

• Philosophie et théologie
• Philosophy

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• Publié par: AuthorHouse UK
• Date de parution: 08 décembre 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665595384
• Langue: English

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Man with a Golden Heart
Revised Edition
By
Dr. SUNNAM SATYA SRI, M.D.
Retired Professor T.B. and Chest
B-2, Lakshmi Residency, Balajinagar, Siripuram,
Visakhapatnam-530003,
A.P. India Mobile No. 919885819619,
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Published by AuthorHouse 03/31/2023
 
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Dedicated to my Parents
Preface
You may wonder why I write this preface. Everybody knows that author is not the right person to write preface for his book. But my experience is different. I sincerely think I am the best person to write the preface for my book MAN WITH a GOLDEN HEART as only I know what made me write. This is something like an autobiographical poetry with some prose.
It is very important that these poems are published. They have relieved me from the pains and tensions I felt in my life. Here I share my feelings with others.
My past torments me. The only way to forget it is to write this down. Most of it I wrote this when my health was poor and I thought I had no future, the rest after I picked up my health and came into main stream. The best or worst of a person comes out when he is suffering the most. Originally I selected the title The Man Who Cries Blood , but later I thought the title was too pathetic. In this beautiful creation of God, I see only suffering. Every one of us has to possess a golden heart to bear this suffering. I feel suffering is the only way to reach God. God is omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent. God makes his presence felt by making his children experience suffering.
Writer Shelly says that our sweetest songs of life come from saddest thoughts. In this revised republication of my book MAN WITH a GOL DEN HEART, I added many verses and thoughts which reflect my life and my feelings and reflections towards the world around us and the one above us. I thank Late Mr. D. Surynarayana Murthy for typing the Mss.
Satyasri Sunnam
Acknowledgments
I thank, AuthorHouse UK and its team for publishing my book “MAN WITH a GOLDEN HEART” especially Mrs. Hailey Alison, Post Publication associate and others.

O my Lord
You give this body
You give this life
You give health and wealth
You give power and prestige
I take them with gratitude
You take them back in the march of time
Why this illusion?
What for?
You create an illusion of reality
In this unreal existence.
*
Human bondages are so tight
Human values are so lacking
External pleasures are so tempting
Struggle for existence is so difficult
Selfishness is so vital
Oh my Lord
How can this body
Possibly do
What it is really supposed to do?
Tell me, my Lord
*
I have an ugly body
It doesn’t bother me, my Lord
What bothers me is my ugly heart and ugly mind
Oh good, great, and merciful maker
Give me a heart that knows nothing but love
Give me a mind that thinks of nothing but thee
*
My heart ached with pain
When I saw those bullocks
I could see the painful tears in their eyes
Tired carrying the weight of the cart all their lives
Moving their heads this way and that way
Trying to ease the pain in their sore necks
Bending their legs to get some temporary comfort
Looking for grass with their hungry eyes
Have not taken a single minute’s rest
Tied to the cart from birth to death
If they refuse to pull the cart
Get beaten with whips
Until blood flows from their bodies
Those helpless animals cannot even tell
About their suffering
They are born dumb
Looking at their masters for mercy
Stone-hearted masters forget that they were
Created by the same God that created them
Those poor animals used like slaves
Born unknown, dying unknown
Not even a word of praise for the service they do
If creation of the Lord is meant to be so partial
What about us humans created by the same God
How can you expect good judgement from us, Oh Lord?
*
Hundreds of sheep running from here to there
Happiness spread on their faces
I looked at them in compassion
They are being led into the slaughterhouse
Those poor animals don’t even
Know that they are going to be butchered shortly
Running to greet their masters
Don’t even know that he is their worst enemy
We are not satisfied with their wool and milk
We want their flesh and blood
God created them so innocent and helpless
They grow with us like our brothers and sisters
What if God were to create some other
Creature, that could control us humans
What if we were led into the slaughterhouse the same way?
What would be your prayers?
Oh humans
Have some mercy upon your fellow creatures
*
If this body gets leprosy
Nothing happens to it, my Lord
If this body is put in fire
Still nothing happens to it, my Lord
As this body is already dead
The body you have given me
Died before it served any purpose
Can it die a second time?
I can bear no more the weight of this body
Relieve me of this agony, my Lord
*
The flowing rivers
The rows of mountains
The oceans the seas
The blue looking sky
The dancing clouds
The shining stars
The brightness of the sun
The beauty of the full moon
The green trees
The scented flowers
The singing cuckoos
The innocent animals
The happy children
None makes me happy today, my Lord
I am so depressed
Please take me into your kingdom, my Lord
I can bear no more this agony
Let me join the many loved ones
gone before me through your help
*
Thank God
He gave us food
He gave us air to breathe
He gave us shelter
He gave us many other things
But mind you
He did not give one thing
That is happiness
*
Poverty is a punishment
Look at the children begging in the street
Those poor children
Don’t know what is sin
Suffering for the sins of the world
The only sin they committed
Was to be born in poor families
God’s judgement is so rough
So merciless and ruthless
Looks so meaningless
Oh my Lord!
Can my little mind ever understand?
May be never
But I can never approve your judgement, my Lord
Oh Man
Let us help these poor children
Give them a chance
Somebody else will give you a chance
Let us show to the one above us
that our judgement is far superior
and nobler than his
*
My Lord
Give me strength and courage
To wipe selfishness out of me
Let this flesh and blood help others
And perish in the process
What more do I want?
Than to be with you
*
Where are you?
Where are you, my Lord?
I don’t see you in the cities
I see only dust and smoke
I don’t see you in the villages
I see only poverty, disease, and death
I don’t see you in the sky
I see only sun, moon, and stars
I don’t see you in the air
I see only birds
I don’t see you in the sea
I see only fish
Then where are you, my Lord?
Is it beyond our knowledge to know where you are?
You don’t have any existence
You are our own creation
Created in our imagination
*
Those beggars looked so happy
Counting the few coins they got that day
They have families and children
I looked at them enviously
I have nobody, nothing
Neither could I go back
Nor could I beg
How lucky they are
With no worries
They take everything in a simple way
They take disease as it comes
They take death as it comes
If they get enough for that day
They are happy
They never think of tomorrow
If I can get fraction of their contentment
I will be happy, my Lord
*
Clouds started running like dark race horses
They covered the entire sky
The whole world is dark
Poor peasants looked hopefully at
The threatening sky
Out of that ugliness came the beautiful rain
Quenching the thirst of every soul
Rejuvenating the ailing trees
Filling the starved rivers
Giving a ray of hope to the poor peasants
Oh rain! You are such a blessed soul, doing such
a selfless service
If I could ever be a drop of rain
My life would be fulfilled, my Lord
*
People dying like flies
Sleeping on the sidewalks
Searching for crumbs of food on the road
Covering their bodies with dirty, torn clothes
Begging for food
Filling their bellies with water
Living only to die
Waiting for your mercy
With limitless patience
And everlasting hope
Only to be blessed by you
Oh heavenly father
When do you liberate them
from this suffering?
When my Lord?