By Orbindu Ganga
Painted in a shade
Rested in her cave,
Silent enough to be staid
To be camouflaged
With the leaves,
Whirling from the obtuse
To touch the straight angle,
She echoes the form
In the way, she looks,
She creeps like a humanoid
To trigger the strive for higher form,
She drafts her movement
Like a saint for everybody’s well-being,
Seeing with a vision in two
To hear them mumble in one,
She was created
To whisper in the ambiance,
Ingrained with gratitude
To seek the showers of blessings,
From the almighty
With folded hands to him,
The human opened their eyes
To get intrigued to see the visual.
She stood still
For as long she could,
Making her the cynosure
For rest to admire,
Showing all the species
The power of prayer,
The mantis is the prophet
Praying for all the species.
Orbindu Ganga is a post-graduate in science and the first recipient of Dr. Mitra Augustine gold medal for academic excellence. He worked in financial, banking and publishing domains, proving his finesse as a Soft Skills Trainer and Content Account Manager (Client Relationship Manager). Orbindu Ganga is a multilingual poet, author, critic, content writer, sketch artist, researcher, and spiritual healer. His poems have been published in many international publications and anthologies. He has published two research papers in poetry. His painting and article have been published in a spiritual journal – Awakening. He has authored the book “SAUDADE.”
2 replies on “Praying Mantis”
I liked the ingenious creativity in expressing nature’s creation.
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From my childhood Praying mantis have always fascinated me. I always believed it was a prayer to God. But later on, I understood the analogy of it. This was a sheer delight, walking through the mantis praying for it.
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