Imampur

Imampur                                                                                               
 
The neglected mosque at Imampur –
I last saw it in a cornfield –
 
built where Arangazeb’s soldiers camped
centuries before, carrying a part of his body
 
to a far corner of the kingdom.
Eruch, Pendu, Baidul and Gustadji,
 
encircled their Lord, loved and obeyed,
struck and spat upon Him,
 
as He endured and directed –
the Pure and Innocent One;
 
His servants balancing shame with duty,
helpless in the workings of the Unfathomable. 
 
O Meher, a part of me is buried in that field,
the part of me that died hearing that story
 
from Eruch’s lips – another nail in the coffin. 
O Beloved, build Your mosque in the grave-dust
          of my heart.
 
O child of God, every command of the Beloved
is pure, holy and of benefit to all mankind.

                               (from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)