Greedy Dog! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by lalitha iyer

It was a sweet song,
whispered by heavenly monks;
I followed the tune
and felt the mood.

The musik was sticky,
my heart melting;
my aches vanishing;
my legs running
destiny outrunning;

The lute and the lute maker,
the Organ and the Organiser,
The Creator and the Creation
Exceeded my Imagination.


I started my Journey
among the waves
and among the clouds,
I can't stop,
for my controls lost
I was rushing past
many a goals and goal posts.

the vibrations magnetic
pulled me along,
I was crazily
carried away by an inner urge
to witness the holy sight
and hold it to my heart's delight;

the beauty of the song
it creeped into my very inner being
I lost myself in the driving steering;

there to see
that the song
was sung for the beggars
to make them happy
to forget their hunger
to lighten their sorrows
to warm up their shivers;
and cheer up their glooms
up in the sky
among the bowls of clouds
smiling sweet
was the sounder of the beat
incessantly pulsating
throbbing in every living bit
tuned to match
life and deaths
willing to catch
the symphony's stretch
from dawn to dush
night to day
from seed to tree
egg to egg
sperm to sperm
flames to sprouts
from dust to the peaking clouts
he sings I learnt
his music waves you through
groans and grins
sobs and sufferings
to equalise meltings and moulds
into a nameless splendour.......