Spring Of Om Poem by Anjana K Nair

OM, the syllable I learnt
OM, the peace I owned
OM, the miracle I amazed
OM, the breeze I loved

But then, the wind blew
My shelter flew,
The coffee brew
Passerby slew

Then I stood
Near the blood
Realizing the hood
Memorizing the food

And then came the known
With not so good gown
To let me take the crown
And walk towards the clown

Alas, the 'I' disappeared
Power of OM appeared
To make thy love a peer.
To make thou song clear