Fun filled love of joy I could feel,
When in the woods he was there to heal,
With a volcano inside I spoke to him in zeal.
He doesn’t know how I am inside, without meal,
Without water, the disaster, an eruption that is real,
Nobody on earth can cool this feel.

I know God is vengeful, the perfect resident in me,
Why should he, the almighty, pour the venom,
Like a thousand arrow, striking the very cause of existence,
Am I deprived of the knowledge of life’s essence?
I thought everything would soothe in a master’s presence.

Didn’t you know that I took a hundred steps, or
Was it all this dumbo’s pretence?
Oh God the miracle healer of the universe,
Even I am an ingredient of your victims,
But also I am a constituent, a speck, of your creation.
Why don’t you create in me ‘The Harmony” ….. No Pretence!!

posted by Shriram at 2:08 AM