If you gaze only at the beautiful, then who will glance at the ugly?
Who will step down, from the throne, to lend a hand to the elderly?
If you sniff the fragrance, only in petals, who will smell the thorns?
Who will caress the rough rocks, who will polish them into diamonds?
If all sit on Persian rugs, who will sweep the dirt?
Who will dance with the lame, and with the blind flirt?
Today, she could have glanced at you, had you been a knight in shining armour
He could have taken you to a ball dance, if you were dressed by a fairy godmother
If you sang like a nightingale, many could have stopped by
But who will stop and listen to the mute, who cannot even cry?
When you are helpless and homeless, many will offer you orphanages
Will anyone take you home, wipe your tears, and share with you their heritage?
They will build shiny shrines to worship their golden statues
Will anyone bow to the God, in the: sad, feeble, dreadful and mischievous?
Alas! They have killed God…those who are full of godliness
Those who call themselves virtuous, were full of ugliness
A wave of light is close…very close… coming to wipe all the muck away
To cleanse Mother Earth’s tears, and fill rainbows in the sky
Hold on a little while longer… just a little longer… your cry has been heard
Dear God, the Real God, the Loving God is here, always been here, has again arrived!
Love & Peace, ~Rosy Kaur. 07.10.2011