It Is Raining In This World Poem by Gajanan Mishra

It is raining in this world
And in this rainfall there are
Blood mucus pus stool urine
And marrow falling heavily
Trunks of bodies are also
Falling from the sky
Hailstones clubs swords
Iron bludgeons and great
pieces of stones are also there
Big serpents with angry eyes
Vomiting forth fire
Groups of mad elephants
Lions and tigers are also there
As if all are coming to dissolute
Our entire world
They are all frightening us here
As we are all in this material world
O my dear, You are the only person
Who can relieve us
Your Holy name is as powerful as You
That I know
I am chanting Your name only
I am here fully protected
I am saved.