Who can remain
or allowed to be pure
in their heart n soul,...
in their words n deeds,
in a polluted world of
hypocracy,
assumptions
n confusions?
when i was unborn,
my soul was pure,
my conscience was pure,
my thoughts were pure.
But when i was born
n touched by
the polluted air,
polluted water,
polluted food,
polluted words
n polluted deeds
all around this world
as i grew up
from my
innocense to clarity,
i was struggling
to breath in n survive
with my purity
in a world
which was
so densely polluted
that it can't recognise
it's own
crystal clear,
blue saphhire
diamond soul
more valuble
than the kohinoor.
I think...
my mother
had lost me
to death
once
when she was
carrying me
in her womb,
as well as
when as a baby,
she was carrying me
on her waist
at the walking field.
She was alone then.
But she laid me
down on her lap
n started praying
with tears
when my
tounge had come out
n hands n feet
had become cold.
She had put her key bunch
in between my teeth
not to bite the tongue
n not to reverse it
to block my airways...
Who heard her cries?
n I.... survived.
Everytime,
I refuse
to get polluted...
I strive even more
to hold the
flame of purity
in conscience...
I feel the
withdrawing
of my soul
from my vessel
or vehicle
or body temple.
I hear her cries
n look at her tears
n tears of many more mothers
like her
to survive their babies in future too.
had survived
all these years
against all odds
in a world of
pollution n corruption,
yet fighting
my battle
like a warrior lionness
to be pure
in my conscience
n never to give up
my humanly struggle
to be in synchronisation
with the divine supreme
yes, I carry
the arrows of
thorns,pins n nails
on my heart....
a burden
that I lift myself
n some times
almighty GOD.
No matter
what n how many stones
the world would throw at me..
n..still, I would make them into bricks
to lay the foundation.
I have a story
to tell n leave
to the children
of the next generation
n my beloved friends
across this world,
that I had walked
n I had made the paths
n I had left
my footprints of light
wherever there was darkness
just for them to walk
very freely
without much
thorns n nails.
-Yashanvitha Devavarenya
16 November 1994
On her birthday after Kaarthika Balipaadyami
from the album 'Newborn'
or allowed to be pure
in their heart n soul,...
in their words n deeds,
in a polluted world of
hypocracy,
assumptions
n confusions?
when i was unborn,
my soul was pure,
my conscience was pure,
my thoughts were pure.
But when i was born
n touched by
the polluted air,
polluted water,
polluted food,
polluted words
n polluted deeds
all around this world
as i grew up
from my
innocense to clarity,
i was struggling
to breath in n survive
with my purity
in a world
which was
so densely polluted
that it can't recognise
it's own
crystal clear,
blue saphhire
diamond soul
more valuble
than the kohinoor.
I think...
my mother
had lost me
to death
once
when she was
carrying me
in her womb,
as well as
when as a baby,
she was carrying me
on her waist
at the walking field.
She was alone then.
But she laid me
down on her lap
n started praying
with tears
when my
tounge had come out
n hands n feet
had become cold.
She had put her key bunch
in between my teeth
not to bite the tongue
n not to reverse it
to block my airways...
Who heard her cries?
n I.... survived.
Everytime,
I refuse
to get polluted...
I strive even more
to hold the
flame of purity
in conscience...
I feel the
withdrawing
of my soul
from my vessel
or vehicle
or body temple.
I hear her cries
n look at her tears
n tears of many more mothers
like her
to survive their babies in future too.
had survived
all these years
against all odds
in a world of
pollution n corruption,
yet fighting
my battle
like a warrior lionness
to be pure
in my conscience
n never to give up
my humanly struggle
to be in synchronisation
with the divine supreme
yes, I carry
the arrows of
thorns,pins n nails
on my heart....
a burden
that I lift myself
n some times
almighty GOD.
No matter
what n how many stones
the world would throw at me..
n..still, I would make them into bricks
to lay the foundation.
I have a story
to tell n leave
to the children
of the next generation
n my beloved friends
across this world,
that I had walked
n I had made the paths
n I had left
my footprints of light
wherever there was darkness
just for them to walk
very freely
without much
thorns n nails.
-Yashanvitha Devavarenya
16 November 1994
On her birthday after Kaarthika Balipaadyami
from the album 'Newborn'
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