Prayer Poem by Sathya Narayana

Listen to my prayer
O' seeking soul divine;
grant every blossomed bloom
Atonement
by reaching them His sacred feet.
But never nip a bud
O' weary body;
for tomorrow is theirs
for which they wait
their little minutes
and short seconds
with folded petal-eyes
and a million hope-grains of
pollen.
Know thee O humble soul...
every flower is born
with a right to Nirvana.
After a billion births
this is their shortest journey on earth.
This is the last sojourn of jeeva...
with ephemeral breath.
This is the birth climactic,
this is the birth supreme,
this is their swan song;
when ends the eons of wait
of an eager soul
in colourful flower-capsule.
Hence O Realized soul
reach it His sacred feet!