Treasure Island

Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan

(JULY 14,1935 / ERNAKULAM, KERALA, INDIA)

A supplication


I pray for some rest on the lap of the Lord
To see a ray of light in the horde
To lead me always on the path of truth
To wake me up from slumber and sloth

To see things as they really are
To look into my inward and afar
To be at peace and not at war
With what happens here or beyond the star

May the evil melt like snow before the sun
And the morning rose waft its scent on the dawn
And the sweet air bring peace and fun
And keep the stinking evil on the run.

Our hearts are like glaciers hardened by time
By the impact of ghastly inhuman crime
Of man to man bringing beasts to shame
Let peace be on earth to sing God’s chime.

Submitted: Thursday, December 19, 2013

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