Obeisance To The Immanent Lord
To Thee in Thy prophets saints and angels,
And their teachings in august religions,
Enshrined in every ritual, custom
As well in hallowed scriptures ancient
Also in modest women and children,
And good people of all times ‘n’ climes,
Deeply moved I bow in obeisance
Humble, simple, and ever devout.
To Thee in Thy toiling billion
Men, women and children,
Toiling dawn to dusk round the year
Unmindful of hotsun, rain or storm
If only to keep, soul and body together,
Eking out a gruelling living
That denies the minimum needs,
Making stomach’s drone inaudible
By indifference, stark and cynical,
Covering loins from gross public gaze
To meet a norm that ‘s beyond reach,
And securing shelter against
Drenching shower or chilling wind
In slums, ghettoes or under the bridge
Bravely fighting insects, ants or mosquitoes,
Deeply moved I bow in obeisance
Humble, simple but ever devout.
To Thee in Thy criminals, crooked,
Injured, maimed or addicted ones
As well the lowliest and totally lost
Having pain, pathos and irritation
Or depression, hate, anxiety
Orb, some sort of ill unbearable
I do bow in soulful obeisance
Humble, simple but ever devout.
To Thee in Thy whales and sharks,
Octopuses or fish of every kind
As well in deep seas, waves and tides
Also in lions, tigers and gorillas,
Elephants, zebras and giraffes
Animals, birds, bats and snakes
Insects, worms and wasps including
Each preying ever on its prey
And in constant suspense spending
Half-starved day and more-starved night
I do bow in heart-felt obeisance
Humble, simple but never base
To Thee in Thy mountains,’ rivers and valleys,
Various kinds of forest trees big or small
Felled often by cruel axe of man
As well in creepers, bushes and mushrooms
And any kind of vegetation
Forced to stay put hungry and thirsty
In hotsun or freezing shade
All through life till the touch of death
Comes wiping out life for ever
I do bow in candid obeisance
Humble simple but never base.
To Thee in Thy quasars and nebulae
Milky ways, suns and stars
Meteors, moons and black dwarfs ugly
Each, whirling all too lonely
In bizarre space out-stretching
Knowing not impending collision
Causing destruction and effacement
Or bright novas, supernovas,
And in stellar space unending,
Surely a witness to global tragedies,
Awe-struck I bow in obeisance.
Humble simple and ever so fervent.
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