Prayer Poem by Rupika Alekhya

I prithee Lord,
Protect us
From the clasp of wild
Who lives amidst our race,
In sweet and strange masquerade.

I can sense Lord, the evil
Lurking about us.
Closely eyeing
And choosing it's prey, in a clever way.
But I can't beam, good Lord, the source of it.

Save the innocent
From it's clinches
And heal the sickened heart,
Sickened with evil and hate.

Show the heart-that-hurts
What it takes to love and to hate.
Reveal how weak a heart it is
That jubilates the pain of fellow being.

Has love been ripped from it's place?
Has life blanched it's peace?
Or, is it the bad seeds that reflect
Their nature?

Strengthen your children sweet God,
To be wise and amiable,
To be unified and cordial,
To pull themselves in one piece
And claim victory against evil.