The Tryst With Destiny

I’ve seen signs of life grow

As they dance within fallout zones

Hunger’s war-waged

Ravaged plains where no Jesus goes

Shopping for happy

And shinier things

A bazaar kind of market

Where real freedom rings

Over cannons crowns used to blow babies to bits

But now lion kings bow in the tigress’ midst

And in piles of shit’s where they let the pigs squeal

But the monkeys as gods still respect what they feel

By the river, the nurturing mother, the giver

Created by Brahma, the people, the mirror

As clear as the lotus blooms Saraswati

With the grace of a swan in my speech therapy

Where the wisdom of elephants steps to progress

And the mercy for mice carries it to success

And the cobra don’t strike lest the mongoose is stressed

For Surya sent his very best from the West

As it sets in a sapphire mango mirage

And it adds to this human collective collage

With monsoonal communal’s resurgent potential

To never change climates on what is essential