Re-Vision (At the Temple of the Universal Mother in Madurai, South India) I woke up to a nightmare in the middle of the day And the sound of muted screams in the deadened clay Of my heart so beaten down and worn out as it lay On the floor of stony courts of silence where it weighed On emptiness, just breathing still despite the trampling feet That kicked it all around that hall of echoes so replete With memories of other times I worshipped here my love Outcast by the multitude which cared not for the dove Of peace whose message fell on years of decadence and death Proceeding from the golden heights of civilization’s breath Upon a land which thence had carved its vision all in stone And raised its sculptured towers to the gods in skies were home To the Spirit Sun whose rays fell upon a soil Made fertile through those endless days of the greatest human toil The Earth had ever known, a quiet corner of the globe Divine beauty manifest, the Earth-Mother had disrobed With a Mind that ruled the world realising Soul In all the Arts of Man whose hands were guided by the goal Of universal love and peace, a Voice majestic, sole, From the heart of greatness spoke to all, its golden role Was to bring to us down here the heavens of our dreams, Instead the masses in the end fell to the silent scream Of ignorance and greed and such, the Light went out in night Which swallowed whole the consciousness of God and golden light, The people then drank from the twisted chalice of their fears, Their priests performed the secret rites of violence and tears They fed to all to keep suppressed the questioners of change, The status quo though new fell thus to times both dark and strange; And here I was once again in silent adoration Of those times before they fell to a sense of isolation In the hands of ‘modern man’, his greed and appetite For lesser things of value than the Spirit at its heights; I stood a solemn moment in the memory of a life Spent here in lone defence of Her whose cause became my strife, For whom the highest Indian Spirit built the grandest home Of celestial architecture unrepeated in our own! From the book, Dream Threshold, Ajit Sripad Rao Nalkur (2012), Part Three – On Poetry.
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