Whose Paradise It Is

God's or Demon's Not once, not twice And not thrice but many times God visits this place To see that it blooms into a paradise Through forests, lakes, rivers, sea, brooks And many beautiful landscapes, With the wealth of birds and flowers and homes of loveliness Composed of with precision Land was content with its limitation And water was upholding its pride within its liberation None dared overrun the other and pillage the habitation Until the other day standing with outstretched arms to welcome all Unto its fold with pretty looks and smiles since time immemorial But what went wrong that stunned the whole nation Far and wide to the left and to the right on You see and tread on a soul transparent and odorless Dressed up in an outfit of mud red-yellow and greyish On earth's holy bosom slumbering as if for immortality and honour After mercilessly engulfing all beauty and beast and rich and poor Day comes with sun And night with stars and moon Yet the sky looks overcast with clouds of gloom Heavy and wan that might darken any moment with rainstorm And the earth on being embarrassed to wear the looks of a broken-mirror Keeps murmuring the melody of liquid notes of water Sad and mournful while passing by every home, Every temple, every shrine and every creation in nature's realm Being submerged beneath that deadly wave Deep and deeper in watery grave Know not echoing where those soulful crying of human folk forever lost In storm, in abysses, in your ice-cold breast Oh no God no, that I am only touched I am crippled, maimed and dead No floods of earth so unfair I deem As this and this that has demolished everyone's dream *Kept up so long of a place so serenely beautiful like some great heaven of God *Extended with glorious Arabian Sea coast, beaches and *Reveals a languid network of glistening backwaters *And the spice-and tea-covered hills of the Western Ghats *Lush with summer's midday sun dazzling above palm-shaded green sky *All-embracing indeed, it's a world away from the frenzy of elsewhere Then why God why but, Master Will, how cometh it that thou dost intercept sunbeams That which cometh from thee over tangled walks and waves man always abides Is it, Nature is forswearing the paradise of antiquity in the face of calamity Oh no It will wake up again and again with the milk of kindness and humanity And outpour the affliction, anguish and spilling Of deluge that God always seem inflict upon human beings with a great deal of harm and suffering