Oh my hypocrite..
Tell me Aren’t you a nature worshipper already?
No how can I be?
You flinch at thunder
But still check the weather
like it has to explain.
Tell me
Why demand answers from the sky?
You light lamps for gods
yet negotiate daily with gravity.
Oh my silly hypocrite..
Welcome to the club.
Remember that man
Who didn’t wrestle the sky?
Who sat.
Let a river crawl through his hair,
let planets argue above him
like drunk uncles
So tell me Hypocrite
Is it surrender?
He called it not knowing the joke.
Even Saturn isn’t the villain you think.
Every blow he delivers
has a hand behind it
tilting the angle,
adjusting the intensity,
laughing softly while you call it fate.
She never punished you.
She rearranged you
until you stop standing
where sitting was required.
If everything feels heavy today
Why are you resisting?
Why are you hesitating now?
You have known this for centuries
Relax.
You were never meant to control the wild.
You were the wild,
Untamed, Unbridled
Like her
just temporarily pretending
to be civilised.
Oh, Careful now...
Maa is watching
To check
For how long
You keep pretending
For how long
You don’t enjoy
being undone
For how long
You remain a hypocrite.
And for how long you
Refuse be a
Nature worshipper
- By Manansh Ahuja Shisya of Gurudev Shri Praveen Radhakrishnan