Go! Where Were You That Day? Poem by Sasanka Sekhar Panda

He is sure to come
Please do not cast any doubt about it
He may come as a fish, a tortoise, a boar,
a half man-half lion bodied Narasimha, the clever dwarf,
the ferocious axe man Parshurama, or
in human form as the brave archer Rama,








Where were you hiding that day
When fortynine LGBT were gunned down
in a gay club at Orlando?
Where were you hiding
when eightyfour people were killed down
under the truck wheels
at the French town of Nice,
where were you concealing yourself
when one hundred and seventyfour people
were gunned down at Mumbai
Where were you
when the WTO twin towers crumbled down
to become heaps of rubbles
How cruel you are?
You could hear
the wailing of the innocents
you could not see the Satan
dancing in frenzy?
God! Where are you these days?
Please come
We are waiting for your arrival.





the mesmerising flute player Krishna,
the wandering monk Buddha
or the horse rider Kalki.

But He will definitely return one day,
I am waiting for Him for centuries
by now with my constant gaze.
I am damn sure
He will definitely come,
To save the humanity from disaster.
Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti.