Salutations Dear Lord Chandra
Lying beneath Thy cosmic gaze O Lord,
Viewed through dense cotton puff clouds
This poet now baring his full self to Thee
Cast aside from all his bonds and demands
Set afloat on an ocean vast, drifting aimless.
O muse of maddened lovers – reckless, carefree,
who cling together in lusty fervour for the other,
oblivious to the desperate state of the living body
Steered by a minute spark and led astray by fate.
Just as Thy golden rays excite the grunting bulls
Heighten the singing of crickets and bullfrogs
Goading trapped souls on, in their endless charade
By the gentle tugging of their vital body fluids.
All glories, all glories, all glories dear Lord Chandra bright.
By Sittamparam Ramachandran, 9 Sept 2014