His Blessings Poem by Ravindra Kumar

Moment soon the soul whimper,
Hesitate to touch mighty feet;
Lose mettle idle crafty plod hover
And steep mind loyal rational heat:
Sure cling he each bums bend,
By stretching own hands smugly surround.

Neither sophism could impress him;
Nor pile of offerings delight,
Need not hold, pity merge gleam,
His traces are above all bright,
His hideous growl exposes hazard dis-quest
His blessings washes our shabby resist.

When some receive his blessings...
Look hundredfold ideas dense success;
Distrust not life shows dreary happenings
Seem sadden cry in screaming guess,
Haply disturb prudent at perplexity wink
What promotes occult utilitarian ward link.