ALL WILL BE WELL

Aabha rosy vatsa

                                    

 

 Of the four yugas in the world

I was born in Kaliyug, hands curled

Grew up in a revered home

Away from the city's dubious domes.

 

As I grew, I realized what a mess

Wrongdoings right and left I guess

Appalled at the lack of conscience

Pray, where has goodness gone, no sense.

 

Brother killing brother for money

Property, a bone of contention, O honey

Our conscience has frozen to sub zero

There is a mighty absence of real heroes.

 

Relationships are broken and mended daily

No more warmth of relations, hardly gaiety

Everyone is running a mad race

Hiding gory tales behind masked face.

 

But at last a joy reaches my ears

A multi-millionaire decides to donate an amount dear

An awesome way to celebrate his daughter's birthday

Making a cashless hospital, a magnanimity if I may say.

 

And the Sadhguru bemoans the fall of humanity

Shocked at the sale of children even before puberty

Pray what has humanity come to

He tries to raise a collective conscience too.

 

It is people like the millionaire and Sadhguru

Who reaffirm my faith in humanity anew

All will be well now I am sure

We just might save humanity by this cure.