Inspired by a Kannada poem written by Kuvempu.
The still, the flowing,
the grown, the growing,
have got their hue,
and regained their view.
His grace, rises,
spreading all across, brilliance,
Fighting back, the nights gloom,
is, his golden gleam.
O see !!! His magnanimity,
though looks small in capacity,
inspires, by his charity,
to always be a source without disparity.
As darkness has no trace what so ever,
the birds have flown once more far afar,
the sailors have sailed away from the shore,
and the children have built, castles and towers.
There is peace everywhere,
such is his caliber.
© 2016 Hari Prasad S