ORACLE

Man, in quest of sole goal today

Turns this very holy land hay

Deliberately learns to be different

In rock-like silence and indifferent

To rampant atrocities and tortures;

Tears and fears for money-glitters

He grows and grows so avarice

So prejudiced to be an accomplice

Waits he so eagerly for a chance

And avails himself of it, per chance

Appears to be most corruption-free

With his rich hues deception-free

Poses a Gandhi in the free time

And sings Anna Hazare’s chimes

For his hunger and his thirst

He allows none to know his lust

In the guise of sensitive glances

He seizes the others’ due chances

The crocodile knows his tears

The chameleon detects his colors

I am God in temple, kept aloof

Tongue-tied to be talk-proof

My constant search from heaven

To see him not in the ways forbidden

Again not to fall victims to the Satans

As all for all, not to grow gluttons

Not to see gaps, not to create rifts

Not to cause ripples are his real gifts

This is my oracle echoed to the human

To be humanistic and humanitarian

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                                                                Miracle in Oracle

                                                               19^th October, 2011  

                                                            Nov-Dec, Muse India