Kneeling At Thy Altar! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by lalitha iyer

when the hungry looks
beseech before you
you the singer and the song
why deny the music and the charm...

when the orphans beat
across their breasts
for want of help and
shelter from the beasts
why deny them the word of strength?

when the blind fail to walk straight
fall and stumble upon things upright
as they starved of every light
weep in and weep out all tight
why dont you cheer them in fright?

You the King and Beggar alike,
the wealthiest mansions are thine
poverty's functions are thine
thine the best and the worst
thine the fate and glorified victory
why not change the conditioned fools?

I kneel at thine altar
my heart lays
with the sorrow of million hearts
young and old,
strong and weak
poor and rich
starved and pained
I beg for the pennyless
to give them coins
for the paining mob
I ask for remedies
for the suffering hearts
I need Mercy
YOur love has the magic
to save the Oceans and skies
why not the fated destitutes
bleeding with paining altitudes......