தினமும் உன்…..

 

                                                      தினமும் உன்…..

                                                          பல்லவி

                                  தினமுமும் உன் முன்னின்று துதித்திடும் சிறுமியை

                                  வினவினேன் என்ன துதி சொன்னாயென்று

                                                        அனுபல்லவி

                                  சொன்ன பதில் கேட்டு விக்கித்து நின்றேன்

                                  சென்ன கேசவனே சரணத்திலதை வைத்தேன்

                                                             சரணம்

                                  அவளைத் துதிக்கும்  தோத்திரங்கள்   நானறியேன்

                                  அவள் புகழ் பாடும் பாடல்களேதுமறியேன்

                                  நானறிந்த அ முதல் ஆயுத எழுத்துவரை 

                                  சொல்லித் துதித்தேன் வார்த்தையை  கோர்த்துக்கொள்ளென

         

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Every day early morning a little girl would come to the temple and stand before the idol,close her eyes and with folded hands,  murmur something for a couple of minutes. Then open her eyes, bow down, smile and go out running. This was a daily affair. 

The temple Poojari was observing her and was curious about what she was doing. He thought,she is too small to know the deeper meanings of religion,she would hardly know any prayers. But then what was she doing every morning in the temple?

Fifteen days passed and Poojari now couldn’t resist but to find out more about her behaviour.

One morning, Poojari reached there before the girl and was waiting for her to complete her ritual. He placed his hand on her head and said,  “ My child, I have seen since the last fifteen days that you come here regularly. What do you do?" 

 “ I pray,” She said spontaneously. “ Do you know any prayers?” asked Poojari with some suspicion in his voice. “No” replied the girl. "Then what are you doing closing your eyes, every day?” he smiled. Very innocently the girl said : “ I do not know any prayer, but I know "a,b,c,d…. up to z."  I recite it five times' and tell God that,   I don’t know your prayer, but it cannot be outside of these alphabets."   Please arrange the alphabets as you wish and that is my prayer.” And she ran, jumping on her way out.

 The Poojari stood there dumbstruck, staring at her for a long time as she disappeared running in the wilderness.

This is THE UNCONDITIONAL  belief in God that we pray.

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