695. Each Time I Come To Earth….151009 Poem by Raman Savithiri

In the gap between each of my death and birth
Before I find a womb again in revolving earth
Eternal time drastically changes earth’s surface
Each time it shows a unique stunning face!

Might be I was just a stone used in an Yagna
Might be I was just a sand particle in grand India
Might be I was touched by sages in search of Gnana
Might be I was just a bead counted in a holy Japamala

Might be I was there as lowly grass in Ayodhya
Might be I was touched by the holy feet of Rama
Might be I was a tree on the banks of Yamuna
Might be I got drenched in the flute of Krishna

Might be I was a crow lived in a Temple of Tamilnadu
Might be I was a snake adoring Shiva the Lord of beast
Might be I was an untouchable cared by Ramanuja
Might be I was a cow came across Ramana a day at least

Might be centuries back I came to hear Tamil devotional
Might be decades back I came to hear Vivekananda emotional
May be I have come again to drench in Amrita’s devotional
May be I still have to come again and again to reach the eternal

Millions of times I would have come here
Millions of times I may have to come here
To let go my karmas and to make me pure
This changing earth is just a lodge in my tour

I do have only one aim in all my countless forms
Reaching the centre is the only concern out of countless norms
Modern face of earth can never sway my aim
What can quench my heart in undying flames?