Dust storm as a smoking gun
when rises high from the desert sands
chokes all – the camels, you and I,
makes a hazy horizon, yet it wages
a war against an invading sun,
and bleeds in blue, an amazing colour,
to fill each and every pore of the sky
and keep it serene and pleasantly cooler
The planets, the meteors, you and I
are grains of sand, too,
hitch-hiking in a vast endless space.
In the spiraling Milky way
we too battle against the cosmic rays
bleeding compassion, empathy and love –
the amazing human emotions,
filling our dreamland that surpasses
any paradise or heaven above!
In that dreamland
on the banks of Yamuna,
let us wait in perfect silence and quietude
to hear once again His flute
and dance to its tune in infinite joy
than hear the ear-breaking sounds
of guns, grenades and painful cry…
