Rivers Are Your Veins, My Dear Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Rivers are Your veins, my dear
Trees are your hairs
Omnipotent air is Your breath
Passing ages are Your movements.
Your activities are the reactions of
Goodness, passions and ignorance.
Terminations of days and nights
Are Your dresses my dear and
Your intelligence is the supreme
Cause of material creation.
Moon is your mind, the reservoir
Of all changes.
What more I feel, O my dear
horse mule camel and elephants
Are Your nails, fire is Your ego.
Varieties of birds are indications
Of Your masterful artistic sense.
Humanity is Your residence.
Demoniac soldiers are Your prowess.
In such a world I am staying my dear
And I know You are here with me.
I am chanting Your holy name always
See me, my dear, I know, it is
Your world and I am here for the common
Welfare of all.