O Father !
I stretch my withered palms before you
To receive the alms of mercy,
I can't go to heaven of bliss to meet you,
For I've still to cross the world of fantasy
My dear Father, I want to confide something
That has never been heard, that'll never be heard,
I'am at a loss to see misbehaviour of loving
Brothers ad sisters who've forgotten your road,
That's straight, wide and sunlit,
That's built completely with your blood and sweat,
That's trodden by other people for it gives delight.
That's adored by millions like Kindly Light.
But they're traversing through dangerous path;
Non-violence is burnt like dead wood after drying,
Truth is buried like coffin thinking it lost its worth.
My heart is aching, my throat is parching.
My limbs are shivering, my veins are drying.
Please come atonce with a stick in your unseen hand,
Threaten them but don't beat them without a hearing,
They'll definitely fear you and your brand,
They've to go a long way which they forget,
They're not gods, they're human beings,
They're bound to err, it's for you to correct.
I send this SOS; concert all into prigs,
Or else all will be lost in wilderness forever.
Send trusted lieutenant in the grab of new birth
If you're preoccupied with more urgent work dear;
Then only I'll get sound slumber on this earth.