Prayer To The One Poem by Kamal Prashar

Leaves have fallen from the tree

Occupied little fool or the cunning sun

In the cool shade of the bark I see

The jiffy of thoughts the seasons run



Charmed the old bright Beast to He

"No shimmer I give to thee for fun

A dawn allured and weather so free

I wish do years and had been done"



"O mighty ball of flaming sea

Freed you mortals burying the Satan

A talk of wisdom I do agree"

End he brings a debate well begun



To a river sporting a flowing spree

And the mountain bearing sands of ton

Lucky we stay in Its shady marquee

Curves be rise but no falling stun