This World Belongs To Children Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

Nethravathi from Kudremukh hills
waters the sacred land of Dharmasthala,
girt by enchanting hills and rivulets
with woodland scenes around
and there goes the silent charity
of feeding the poor and the rich
under the same roof of the Almighty.
May the angels bless the Nelyadibeedu,
the family chosen to drive out hunger
and making the human mind to wonder
in serving people with selfless zeal.
It will last long till the earth spins.
Peace reigns the restless souls here.
The rich know how to spend
the unawaited abundant wealth.
The amazing statue of Bahubali
hauls the vexed souls up
and let them aim high for the good of all.

May the Lord Manjunathaswami
inspire those around to shun violence.
May the people visiting there
breathe calm and comfort.
The sounds of guns must give place
to pious hymns pacifying the soul.
Children born to serve this world
see the shocking scenes of blood.
Being riven apart from their mothers,
they cry in pain and hunger.
The world is not the sole assets
of the misled, religious bigots
to play with bombs and guns.
It is the flowery garden for the children
to grow by loving others and being loved.