Prarthana

magalle..

anubhavichhu

arinjille

uthharam

Ammeyude

sangaddathinde

cheriye..oru kudam

iniyum undu

kure

mahasagaram

nariyye

visham

You asked Me

for all

little Child

few drops only

You wont imbibe

into Your being

this truth

of Life

struggling

for calm

mind

continues

to writhe

in sheer agony

right Ma

as always

i’m

sorry

what..is

this poison

please explain

Mother it may

lessen

the pain

dear Child

the age

of Kkali

n karma

has created

this misery

the treasury

created to

hand out gifts

divine Love

now doubles up

as court

as horses begin

to kill

for sport

they kill

their Mother

they kill

their daughter

they blame

poor Mind

the One

fighting

overtime

praying..for

their conscience

the One

that speaks

In

Silence

but instead

they

punish Mind

with will

complaining

if it speaks..

or sits..Still

They fight

father

with mother

now

they have chucked

conscience

over the hill

Silence

into the noise

Patience

into fast winds

that blow

only in speed

now

they have no need

of this

this poetry

this Love

of Creation

it’s time..

to turn

the wheel

time to fight

Kkali

n karma

time to turn

the wheel..

of Age

time for

the Saint n Sage

to herald

a New

Golden Age