During the scalding summer, how much br We yearn for a chilling morn drizzle br When in the bone biting winter lurch br Don’t we pray for a sunny sizzle? br br Which season man can bear; I marvel br Without a demur, to its full run br Yet swaggers he with synthetic preen br That he conquered the nature’s riddle br br Come storm, Tsunami or some crisis br Man at last comes to his consciousness br Amidst falling contraptions of his br False conceptions and failed finesse br br Whence sprouts from the ruins of reason, br Rationale and dialectics; the Truth br The vital Truth; that’s beyond his breadth br To see, feel, deal, conceive and reckon br br br On that day when he is at his wits end br No way to fight, No where to run and hide br He can only seek the help of the Hand unseen br And kneel with faith before those Feet divinebr br sathya narayanabr br