Purpose! Poem by Naga Vamshidhar Ratakonda

To Touch Thy's feet,
Did the Waters descend,
From the Clouds,
Of Heavenly Skies;

To Greet Thyself,
Did the Winds of,
Serene Nature Blew,
From All Sides;

To Spread Thy's Might,
Did the Light & Heat of,
The Fires Illuminate,
In All the Directions;

To Surrender to Thyself,
Did all the Precious,
Turned Sacrosanct,
As Revered Offerings;

There is no Heaven,
Or Hell Elsewhere,
Far Away Visible,
Or Invisible to Search;

For the GODs & Elements,
Belong to this Holy Earth,
Lest all of that Else,
Persist for Thyself of Earth;

*--Naga Vamshidhar Ratakonda; *