Prahlad

Prince Prahlad was a little lad When his father did him ask, ‘Where's your god? I don't see him'. 'Everywhere, In this pillar, yonder dust And even in you and me.' Answered he. 'In this pillar? ', The father guffawed, Drawing his scythe, His son nodded. In one swing Of the scythe The pillar Fell in two. Out came Lord Mahavishnu As Nara-Simha Half man, half lion. In a split second As the son just winked his eyes He tore the father into shards Wore his entrails around His neck. Prahlad had only this to say, 'God is there, everywhere Except in your heart, Father! For, though your heart is bare, I don't see Him there.'