Vamana, come back!

God's own country Kerela,
Along with earth has fallen to man's ego!
God himself has no place to stay,
As the powerless sun is burning in his own hot ray!

The fire and water, soil and air,
Need a place to thrive, safe and fair!
Take life away, to yonder space,
Clean and safe, away from man's corrupting ways!

God, come back with your one foot,
If not the entire earth, you can save life's root!
Liberate nature as we are at our very low,
Come God, your Novah's arc needs a boatman to row!

God, come back to cleanse the earth of the accumulated pollution...

Picture Courtesy: Mrs. Shobana Ramakrishnan

Thanks Shobana, for the picture and the thought. It was a pleasure seeing the thoughts so beautifully pictured. You never fail to inspire me!

The tiny drop of water!

Like a silver bell she danced around

Filling the air with a blissful sound!

She gurgled joyously like a little child,

Her steps were gentle, her mood mild!

Naively she danced with playful feet,

To the soulful sounds of nature’s beat!

She was the giver who asked for nothing,

As giving happily made her dance and sing!

But a callous taker is unkind and demanding

And takes as long as she is not complaining!

He took more than what she could happily give,

With anger she rose, making him unfit to live!

A tiny drop of water filled the space around her

As she was filled with filth and felt dirty and queer!

A tiny drop of playful water flooded the wide earth,

Washing away her dirt, leaving life hoping for re- birth! 

Her steps were gentle and her mood was mild...