Behold!! The Gold being whisked to furnace,
Stealthily approaches the end of a race
‘Pardon!’ ‘Mercy!’ in repentance they pine,
‘Not an ape, thats an apocalypse divine.’
Among Gods the first!
That dwells in Nature’s heart.
Siddhi Vinayak !
In the screwing class, at soothing home
Scenes obscured behind the viel of the past
Of emotions robust, yon vision an epitome
Via peephole of nostalgia, I see they last.
That gullible child , for oft went wild
For the want of big and small needs
Within the being a being jumbles
Tumbles, fumbles and then grumbles.
Entourage of ferocious devils five
Impetus of being’s futile strive.
Ramming Ripples, slamming storms
Apocalypse pervades, no life no forms.
Yet, amidst the hydraulic rage
Tussling hard, Markandeya sage.
Formless Almighty, God ineffable ,
A gaze at mother and the Lord palpable.
Abode of love, infallible guide
Charioteer in life, to gullible child.
“Ramchandra of Awadh realm,
Archer ace, Epitome of phlegm.
Missile infallible, sets vices aflame
O Ineffable ! ‘Tis diction of thy name.
Thy deeds divine, none can fathom