Thursday, January 3, 2008


Published in the 'Independent, 1991. Thanks to Chary!

In the evening
Near my stormy sea;
seated on my sturdy rock,
I pray with downcast eyes,
with closed eyes i search,
for my own GOD!

I want Buddha to be burnt
and Krishna
In the black Yamuna waters to be submerged
for EVER!

I do not want a borrowed GOD,
when with my eyes closed,
I shall find my own GOD,
Though alone,
the sun will rise in MY sky!!!