Young Guru Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

He sang the song of love,
Universal, clad in plain long cloth
In a soft supine voice,
full fo melody, how not
To hate and bring all togehter,
The grace of god to all,
Never to desapir in failires,
Of material, money or sex,
To keep the mind calm,
As listless as a lake,
Never to roll emotions,
Like the waves of the seas,
Taught Yoga for concentration
Of mind and body bliss,
To see everyone as
Fellow human beings
And love all the beings
Of the mighty universe
Dawning a new sense
Of peace in his followers,
Young, old greedy and cruel.

Ravikiran Arakkal