O Kalidasa, the king of metaphor!
We are still doing what you did years before
How could you finally transform?
If you share with us, so we can also reform.
The transformed ‘you’ is respected by us, though
The fool ‘you’ is followed through and through
And it is not confined to our land alone
All over the world it is on the throne.
People are fighting everywhere in the world,
Mountains and rivers are not saying a word.
Issue is our cause, and cause is our issue
All are right, correct, even the wrong seems true.
The branch you sat on is the one whole tree
We live in one space we so disagree.
Nothing seems good enough to have any effect,
Tell us how like you, we could resurrect.
You fell off just once and to you came the sense!
We’re failing all the time yet no intelligence?
Tell us how this cutting will be away from the whole,
Peace to be the password, the only clever parole.