Lord Poem by Ashoka Harichandan

If out of love this universe was created
And out of love this universe destroyed
What is the reason for this play My Lord?
Why then they hand us your Holy Word?

Why do we repeat thousand of Mantras?
Why even bother to learn all the Tantras?
If learning unlearning is a game you call
Why even bother to learn anything at all?

Why one has to be dispassionate and dry?
Why one has to be so passionate and cry?
If taking this form was just to disbelieve it
Why take this form for whose sake was it?

If the reason was just to be blissfully glad
Tell me the reason you pretend to be sad
Your love made me exist for this long Lord
Your silence kills me as I live by your Word!