692. Chisel ‘i’ To ‘you’! 001009 Poem by Raman Savithiri

Farmer blocks the holes in channel
Water won’t flow into rat’s chamber!
Stream goes directly to paddy field
Making paddy grow to a wealthy yield!

Boatman unties the boat from a shore nail
Pulls out the anchor and detaches from tie
On vast ocean now the boat will take a sail
From coastal mad waves to peaceful mid sea

Gardener cuts and throws some branches
Though they have bud and bloom bunches
Leaving the main stem not harmed to shoot up
To a grand tree housing birds of cheer at top

You cut me from kith and kin and make me thin
I have nothing to do; I know finally you alone win
You omniscient know well than what I shall!
Make my life-stream flow straight to Yourself!