Where power corrupts, poetry cleanses,
Where medicine fails, prayer cures,
Where there is monumental destruction, nature restores
And where man loses hope, God appears.
We are all clear-sightedly realistic,
Whatever be our faith, caste or creed.
We know that we are living in difficult times
And a supernatural intervention is imminent.
Jesus had mentioned that not all will be saved
And indeed, it has to be so for he knows best
How to differentiate between the good and the bad.
He had mentioned that two men will be in the field
And one may be taken and the other left.
And the same applies everywhere, I feel,
Whether urban or rural areas, rich or poor cities,
White or black, literate and illiterate, humble or proud.
Aren’t we all waiting for the rapturous moment
When Christ and Kalki will come,
A wonder to behold, igniting the power of prayer
In our hearts, the strong and the weak,
Those undergoing cardio-pulmonary resuscitation,
Those running in battlefields in precipitation,
Those gathering grains from fields in contemplation
And those thinking of despairing times in lamentation.
There is still time to repent and turn over a new leaf,
Before it is too late to be the chosen ones.
We are indeed living in the days of Noah
And many can be trapped unaware.
Let us be alert, alert of the least detail
Of our ways of thinking and living,
Let us not be left behind.