In whatever part of the globe
You might be living, leading a life,
My rays will always reach you
For I am the giver.
I came not to receive,
I came to give what I have to offer,
Light and love.
Call me God, call me eyes of Shiva,
Call me friend, call me by any other name,
I came to give life and sustain it,
Loftily upholding my ideal,
With neither respite nor getaway
For I love you all, in days bright and clear
And nights dark, in various echelons
Of your life.
I look down and see you all
Working together creatively
To make a niche for yourselves,
A comfort zone, as sweet as chestnut honey.
I look at the farmers shelving the hay bales,
The horses running wild in the meadows,
The art of poesy being pushed ahead,
By poets’ cumulative love for writing,
Babies being breast fed by mothers
And like-minded people engrossed in a conference
To find ways and means to stop genicide
And destruction of life on planet earth
While evil men with an outlandish grin
Or a Machiavellian smile watch pools of blood,
Red as their own, cascading down.
I rise everyday and perform my task
For one day, all of us will have to give an answer
For all the good and the evil that we did.
Giving light and love is my mission.
I am the sun