Wednesday, April 1, 2026

‘Love’, the Voice to Unite All

Between man and man
A clash is inhuman
Between a nation and other nation
A war is antihuman,
A sign of lovelessness.
Man is born in any nation
For love, life for life sans tears and fears.
Global voices from deep hearts
For human relation and amelioration.
Smiles for miles in man’s sojourn
Hand in hand, arm in arm,
Progress of man in the universe,
The welfare of man’s race,
Love blooms peace and harmony
For the world family
Love transcends barriers and frontiers,
Whereas war is for total devastation
Colossal loss and universal destruction,
We are not *Brontasseurs and *Dinosaurs
For war to meet our end and extinction,
We are insightful species of distinction.
War mongers need transformation,
Not for killing, violence and extermination.
War is not success but defeat for human loss,
Friend and foe alike including the boss.

*Two species fought with each other. After a series of their warfare, they have become
extinct killing each other. Their war ended in the extinction of two species.

Note: The poem got award on International Poets' Day.

Published:
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April – June 2026 | Volume 3 | Issue 11
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Deity Darshan

Deity Darshan is the most wanted phenomenon, dwelling ever in the hearts and minds of pilgrims. It is a special and distinctive occasion in their lives. They wish to have Deity Darshan as they are His devout devotees. They feel blessed by means of Deity Darshan.

 

The members of family, Raghuram, with his wife Maithili, eldest son Vinay, daughter-in-law Vinuthna, Granddaughter Harshita and Grandson Sandarsh, on pilgrimage in devotion to the Deity of Lord Venkateshwara undertook pilgrimage in the season of prayers offered to the deity by a good number of devotees. His son Vinay got the train tickets reserved well in advance. They were unable to get letters from the ministers for quick deity darshan and comfortable accommodation. It is the usual practice of pilgrims to get them beforehand, three months in advance when they want to visit Tirumala. He was unable to get them despite his best efforts at the nick of the moment.

 

Raghuram with the members of his family was prepared to travel by the special train to Thirupathi as tickets were reserved for one Wednesday. He decided to have the Darshan of Deity and got into the compartment for his tour to Thirupathi along with his family members. He expected some source to get letters or tickets for quick darshan and good accommodation in other ways on the hills.

 

First, Raghuram wanted to have the darshan of Lord Srikalahastishvara at Sri Kalahasti and so he and his family got off the train at Sri Kalahasti railway station.

 

Raghuram and the members of his family refreshed themselves at a lodge and stood in the queue line to have Deity Darshan. Though there was rush, the pilgrims felt comfortable in having Deity Darshan.

 

The temple is famous for beautiful sculptures. It is a big temple with various gods and goddesses for the pilgrims to offer their prayers to them. After having the darshan of Lord Shiva (Srikalahastishvara) and others. They travelled to Thirupathi by bus. They enquired at the Tirupathi bus station about the availability of accommodation at Thirumala on the seven hills. They took a room in a lodge near the bus station.

 

Well before the sunrise at four, they hired a car. The owner of the car dropped them at Thirumala. As they did not find letters and tickets otherwise for darshan and stay, they stood in the queue line well before dawn at five o’ clock. Pilgrims started running inside the queue overtaking them who were sincerely proceeding to Deity Darshan. They were unhappy with that.

 

The queue was like serpent Vasuki. They were to go long and long to have Deity Darshan. They were facing all hurdles due to over rush, no police to control the pilgrims in queue, and the indiscipline of overtaking on the part of pilgrims.

 

“The pilgrims are not principled, and it was clearly seen in every inch… They do not know discipline, or they deliberately ignored it as per the situation.

 

“If it is our school and the drill master is here, he punishes them severely,” said Harshita.

 

“Yes, the drill master surely punishes them for violating rules,” said Sandarsh.

 

“It is not your school with your drill master…The pilgrims standing in the queue are unruly…Only God must be at their hearts guiding them to be sincere,” said Vinuthna.

 

“God is in shrine busy blessing the pilgrims. When none is there to control the pilgrims, rules and principles are ignored and rules are violated…,” said Vinay.

 

Like that the members of Raghuram’s family were commenting on the pilgrims. They were in helpless position.

 

Pilgrims first stood in the queue to have the opportunity of having Deity Darshan. They violated the rule, ‘First come, first served’ to have the deity darshan as early as possible.

 

A stout woman appeared suddenly on the scene as she used her strength and vigor. She opened her mouth and started speaking loudly. She scolded the pilgrims overtaking other pilgrims,

 

“Don’t you have sense to be disciplined,” she said to them.

 

They kept quiet. They hesitated to speak to her. She went on abusing them to give impression that she was sincerely standing and coming in the queue. She talked about the deity. She referred to the insincere pilgrims,

 

“The deity is watching you from a distance… He will punish you at the right time in the right way,” said the woman.

 

“What you said is right,” said Raghuram to her,

 

“Insincere pilgrims, don’t think that the deity is silent in the shrine,” said the woman.

 

“The deity is Almighty…all powerful…All pervasive…He is everywhere to watch them,” said Raghuram.

 

“The deity is kind…He blesses the pilgrims who are sincere and devotional. Last time my niece came and sought the blessing of the munificent deity. Last month, she was blessed with twins…They are like Lava and Kusa, the sons of Sri Rama,” said the woman happily.

 

“Very good news,” said Maithili.

 

All pilgrims talked about God’s benevolent acts and spent their time. The fat woman also entertained all of them by speaking about politics. All understood she did not like politicians. In their conversation, they did not notice the passage of time in speaking to her in diverse topics.

 

Pilgrims were in the queue for about four hours. Pilgrims who had come late at nine and beyond were seen in front of them in the queue. ‘What a wonder!’ they thought. It was very troublesome for them to stand in the queue for so much time. There were pilgrims of all ages. There were senior citizens grumbling. Babies in arms were crying. It was like havoc unbearable for them. They felt like running away but it was not possible as they were devotees coming for Deity Darshan.

 

Food items were sold though pilgrims were supplied with tiffin and tea at their T.T.D. stalls. They had all and encroached wherever possible causing troubles to others.

 

There were devout devotees of Lord Venkateshvara! They wanted to have Deity Darshan. It was their sole goal. There was a stampede-like situation on one hand. They uttered the name of the deity on the other, bearing the brunt.

 

Raghuram was facing the situation along with the members of his family. His grandchildren were facing the same situation. He and elders in the family were looking after grandchildren.

 

Raghuram looked at the lake beside the queue. He saw water birds swimming in joy. They were as well playing in the lake as they felt comfortable and freedom in the lake. Like water birds he felt like swimming in full freedom in the lake in the vicinity of the shrine of Lord Venkateshwara.

 

“Dear birds! You are happy and comfortable in swimming and playing in the lake… You have your own free world unlike us. You are blessed with carefree life,” Raghuram said to himself.

 

He witnessed waterbirds swimming in the lake in full freedom. At the same time, he felt having deity darshan as early as possible. He was in a series of feelings while watching waterbirds.

 

Now and then the pilgrims moved a little distance and stopped staying at a place longer and longer in the queue line.

 

“O waterbirds, can you stand in the queue line like us without swimming and playing happily…? You can’t, for you are free… You can pray to God in the vicinity while swimming without standing in the queue,” said Raghuram to himself.

 

The words on TV about the time of eighteen hours to have Deity Darshan were ringing in the ears of Raghuram. He felt restless now and then.

 

After four hours, all the pilgrims were accommodated in a big hall. Food items like upma and tea were supplied. They were to stay there in the hall for about an hour. All started to sleep on the floor in the hall. Suddenly they were allowed to stand in the queue. They were running fast. They expected Deity Darshan soon. They felt a boon on their part after spending hours facing hurdles in the queue and the hall.

 

Pilgrims were in the queue to proceed towards sanctum sanctorum. They were happy to have Deity Darshan soon. They were eagerly waiting for that in the queue, moving whenever the line was clear. Within no time, the queue stopped for a longer while. Meanwhile a series of cars’ sirens were heard. The pilgrims in the queue line understood that ministers, M.P. s, MLAs and other VIPs had visited the temple. They came and were going back leisurely after Deity Darshan.

 

Pilgrims appealed to the deity with folded hands, making comments sincerely. The comments were heard throughout the queue.

 

“O my Lord, all pilgrims are equal to you…You have given priority to ministers and other VIPs. You allowed them to visit you at their convenient time…while common pilgrims as real devotees are waiting, standing in the queue for you,” said the pilgrims to the Lord in the meditative mood with folded hands.

 

“They say that ministers and VIPs are busy. They are ever at the service of the people who are my real devotees…,” said the deity and it echoed.

 

“We are your real devotees…What they are, you know,” said the pilgrims.

 

“I know what they are,” said the deity.

 

“Time is precious for all…Leaders may say that time is more precious for them,” said the pilgrims.

 

“I am to keep quiet for all these things in shrines on earth. I am speaking to all of you telling the fact… I am busy… I am to look after all creatures, flora and fauna…In wars all creatures including human beings right from the newborn babies to decrepit old age people…There the war is going on…I am to be born as an idea of peace in the minds of warmongers enabling them to stop the war,” said the deity to pilgrims.

 

“Yes, you are the creator, all powerful Almighty!” said the Pilgrims.

 

The powerful mantra, ‘Aum Namo Venkateshaya!’ was heard in echo everywhere. All forgot the hurdles and hazards faced and to be faced and were in smiles.

 

“Why should the deity keep quiet for the leaders?” said Maithili to Raghuram.

 

“The deity will punish them for the violation of rules,” said Raghuram to Maithili.

 

All understood the Deity and His busy schedule. He was to bless all pilgrims duly not only here but also there, everywhere as he was to safeguard them as their deity.

 

Within no time, all were in compartments. Raghuram and others were in the eighth compartment. They expected the deity would be seen. They were in the compartment until 11.30 pm. They were supplied food, tiffin and milk. Their hunger ran away. They slept in the compartment. They did not know how to spend time until they had deity Darshan.

 

Meanwhile, a film of the Ramayana was screened. It was Sampurna Ramayana in Telugu depicting Sri Rama’s life and adventures. For the pilgrims, it was a nice entertainment. They watched the film talking of the important milestones in Sri Rama’s adventurous journey.

 

Suddenly, the gate of the eighth compartment was open to let the heavy flood of pilgrims stand in the queue line. They felt relief with the charming idea of having Deity Darshan soon. They were in their jubilant mood.

 

Devout pilgrims were proceeding with deep devotion to the deity. Youth were in a mood of overtaking, disturbing the line here and there. There echoed the name of the lord everywhere.

 

Raghuram, as a writer, was ready with his novel dedicated to Lord Venkateshwara. He got the concept of the novel in his mind when he visited the deity last. He successfully wrote it and so he wanted to put it before the deity in the way he had put another poetry anthology in the holy hands of Goddess Vani at Her sanctum sanctorum at Basara. He was curiously waiting for an opportunity for that happy moment.

 

The deity was scintillating, filling dazzling light of divine light into the hearts of devotees. They stepped into the sanctum sanctorum. They had a glance at the deity in infinite charms.   The volunteers were throwing the devotees one after the other.

 

Raghuram was also thrown. He just showed his book to the deity and moved on. He had at least the pleasure of showing the book to the deity. The deity blessed him quickly, understanding the volunteers’ mood.

 

In fact, there was a lot of rush to have the deity darshan. From the holy shrine, they came out, letting others have the deity darshan. They were out to go out of the temple. Some gentlemen stopped all of them, speaking to them, taking a considerable amount of time. What he was speaking to them was not heard and not known. All thought that he was a political leader, “Such leaders get a chance in temples for them to tell pilgrims what they want,” they said.

 

Raghuram and his family deposited their money and valuables into the lord’s hundies. They came out at last promising to visit the deity again in times of less traffic.

 

They had sweet memories about the pilgrimage despite the hurdles they faced while standing in the queue and staying in the compartment. Hurdles are for pilgrims to face and have the blessings of the deity, Lord Venkateshwara.


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Beggar’s Patriotism


“Good news… good news for all of us,” Srimanth said to the villagers around him.

 

“What news is that?” the villagers curiously said to him around.

 

“Notification for Panchayath elections…,” Srimanth replied happily.

 

“Election-fest today onwards… until the election is held,” cheered the villagers around him.

 

“Time has come for me to be in the fray…I contest the election… I will get your unstinted support in the way you did in the election last year…  A notification was given today morning for the conduct of local body elections for Sarpanch and ward members in villages,” Srimanth said with deep reflections on how to win the election without fail.

 

The long-awaited aspirants jumped into the arena of election campaigns with all wherewithal necessary for the battle of elections. They had already kept strong drinks, and currency notes ready for the voters in all villages. All knew well that it was the trend of the day for the leaders to offer something for votes as practice though it was illegal. They firmly decided to offer more drinks and more notes to the voters to win the election than before.

 

There were some more aspirants apart from Srimanth, aspiring to be in the fray. He wanted to achieve hectic this time as an unrivalled leader in the village. Siddhartha, a sincere youth, was another candidate who was supported by most of the villagers for the first time.  They filed their nomination papers to be in the fray.

 

The scene was set for the campaign by all the aspirants like Srimanth. He was a rich landlord. During the Panchayat elections, he spent a lot in the past. This time he took the winning of election as the question of prestige. He aimed at winning the election spending a lot. He was busy campaigning, covering important people in the village.

 

Srimanth learnt that most of the villagers were supporting Siddhartha. All of them were talking about his landslide victory in the election.

 

To win the election became prestige question for Srimanth. He was prepared to offer the voters far more than before. He, along with his supporters, went to almost all houses, promising many benefits to every voter. He met the people with folded hands.

 

 

 

After the date of withdrawal, there were only two—Srimanth and Siddharth-- in the fray. Both were serious about their victory. Time was to decide who was to win the election this time.

 

“Dear people, you voted for me every time. Bless me this time too with your valuable votes in my favor,” Srimanth said to the villagers, bowing his head to them.

 

“Elections come and go, but we do not witness any progress…,” a householder said with all feelings in her face.

 

“You can witness the fruits of my efforts as in my previous tenure. This time I am sure that you will find real progress in the village in near future. It is underway to be seen by the eyes of all,” Srimanth and his supporters said with folded hands.

 

“Your promises are age old… nothing new…I do not know when I find progress in the village,” a householder in the second house.

 

“I am at your service… I am like the shepherd to look after you and the people are like the sheep in my supervision,” Srimanth said, smiling.

 

“Yes, the shepherd is becoming far fatter than before, and the sheep too are becoming far weaker than before,” said the householder in the second house.

 

“Dear Sir, I have come here to make a humble appeal to you, all. You remember to vote for me this time also,” Srimanth said to the householder in the third house.

 

“We remember you to eradicate poverty. You have already eradicated poverty but ‘eradication of poverty’ is just the slogan every time in campaign to win the election,” the householder in the fourth house said furiously.

 

“There is progress as you know…You will surely witness the progress as per your wish… Poverty is surely eradicated,” Srimanth said humbly while leaving the house.

 

In some houses, there was a complaint against the monkeys’ menace in the village. The leader Srimanth promised to pick up and leave the monkeys in the thick forest nearby.

 

In every house there was similar response echoing from their mouths. Every householder expected the same that he was averse to village welfare. In every house, he hinted that they would get all in the night. He secretly supplied fifteen thousand rupees for every vote. In addition, a whiskey bottle for man and sari and a silver ring for woman in a family.

 

Srimanth’s supporters happened to witness tears rolling down from the eyes of Gandhiji’s statue at the crossroads of the village. They foolishly thought that tears were snow drops, appearing to be coming from the eyes. They never realized that they were doing all against the dreams of Mahatma Gandhi. They minded doing their evil practices and so they were busy executing them against democratic rules enshrined in the Indian constitution.

 

Srimanth secretly supplied all in every house at midnight. The villagers participated in a wet party every night until the election was held. On the other side Siddhartha, with his supporters, was campaigning in his own way. He was able to convince the people with his promises in a public meeting,

 

“I am contesting the election keeping in view the welfare of the people in the village. I make my promises true, or else I shall not stand before you to ask for votes from you all the next time. You have heard the slogan of Eradication of Poverty since independence. They say thar I am for the people of the village.”

 

Siddhartha decided to give the people whatever was possible by him. It was very less, and in fact it was nothing when it was compared with those offered by SrImanth. The contestants who had withdrawn from the fray expected big amounts from him. He was able to give them everything possible.

 

Siddhartha had his own style of electioneering, and it was very convincing. He at last went to a beggar’s house. He showed due concern to the family though it had only two votes.  He went to the beggar with folded hands. He said to the beggar humbly,

 

“Dear voter, you know poverty, I need not tell you about poverty.”

 

“Yes, I know…Why there are the rich and why there are the poor. There is a clash between the rich and the poor. The clash was not created by our Mother India. It was created by the political leaders born and brought up by her in the past,” the beggar Bhumaiah said with feelings.

 

“I know… I know…All have equal rights in owning land and doing agriculture for their livelihood in the agricultural country like India. This never happened in the past and   will never happen in the future,” Siddhartha said with all feelings.

 

“What you have expressed is absolutely true…If land were given to all people, there would not be the pangs of hunger and the pathetic plight of the beggars in the rich nation like India with all resources,” Bhumaiah said with feelings.

 

“I am moved by your pathetic plight,” said Siddhartha said with deep feelings.

 

“No leader thought of solving the problem of poverty,” said Bhumaiah.

 

“Keeping in view the present situation that every leader is giving small or high to voters, I would like to give you twenty thousand rupees. I know that you vote for me though I don’t give you anything,” said Siddhartha humbly.

 

“I don’t want to take even a single pie from you. Leaders like you must be elected. This is not the age for the sincere people to be elected. Even then you ought to be in the fray, you can impress the people with your virtues and values as a leader,” said Bhumaiah with all glittering smiles.

 

“You can take the amount…for my satisfaction…,” said Siddhartha humbly.

 

“No, I don’t take it… I live in a democratic nation. I have loved my nation since I was born here. Bharatmata is great…my mother India is great. If I take the amount from you for the votes in my family, it is sheer humiliation to my nation. Regarding my voting for you, I don’t want to take any kind of gift. My greatest gift is to vote for a good person…for a great nation. That is what my Mother India, Bharath Matha, wants whole heartedly. I respect her from the bottom of my heart,” said Bhumaiah openly with patriotic feelings.

 

“Sir, we don’t take anything from you,” said Bhumaiah’s wife with folded hands from their poor hut.

 

Siddhartha hugged the beggar as he was moved by the beggar, Bhumaiah’s principle of patriotism, saying, “People like you must live in India as leaders.”

 

“We vote for you…There is no doubt about it. We wish you all the best,” the beggar Bhumaiah and his wife said with love and affection.

 

Siddhartha and his followers went ahead campaigning. He went to every house and requested the inhabitants with folded hands to vote for hm. He had confidence that he would win but he had the fear of being defeated as his opponent Srimanth hosted parties and feasted for them every day, spending all his wealth.  Totally different scenes were seen. The people were swinging in the lovely swing of intoxication.

 

When Srimanth spent a lot to offer money and drinks to the voters of the village, he was sure of winning the election.

 

Amid the efforts of the contestants, the election for Sarpanch and ward members took place in a peaceful manner.

 

Polling was going on. Srimanth was still making his efforts to get votes cast in his favour. Siddhartha was found wherever he went with folded hands as a mark of respect for the people and reverence for a democratic nation.

 

Beggar Bhumaiah and his wife came to the polling booth and exercised their rights as citizens of the nation. They performed their duty in casting their votes in a democratic nation.

 

After the election, the counting process was going on. The polling personnel were busy. They were very cautious not to make mistakes unknowingly. They counted the votes under the tight security of the police.

 

The result was in their hands. Total number of votes polled was 500. Siddhartha got 251 votes to get victory in the election. Srimanth, who was trailing closely behind, got 249 votes to be defeated in the poll.

 

Srimanth and his supporters demanded recounting. The polling officials counted the votes again. They found the same difference of votes between Siddhartha and Srimanth. Siddhartha was declared elected in the poll.

 

After the declaration of results Siddhartha came to Bhumaiah and hugged him with all love and affection, with tears in his eyes.

 

“I have full confidence and courage to say that my victory is ascribed to Bhumaiah’s and his wife’s voting in my favour. Your votes made me win the election. It is the fact, the truth…the truth of truths behind my victory. The two voters voted for me as per the principles of democracy. Democracy has won this time. If he and his wife had voted for Srimanth, he would have lost the battle with two votes. They wholeheartedly voted for me to win,” Siddhartha said to Bhumaiah while shedding tears.

 

There was a jubilant procession in view of Siddartha’s victory in the village. All were enjoying the occasion. Srimanth borrowed loans at higher rate of interest. He sold off all his property. He was known for his riches in the village. He became penniless. Moreover, he fell into heavy debts. He had no way to clear them off. He shut the doors of his house inside and kept on crying for his antidemocratic practices. His wife and children joined him, crying. He was to lead his life like a beggar in the street.

 

After a month of Siddhartha’s success, there was a felicitation function going on in the presence of all villagers. It was felicitation offered to Beggar Bhumaian couple in a befitting manner. Siddhartha presented two acres of land with the document of registration related to it. Bhumaiah readily agreed to receive the felicitation. His happiness knew no bounds as democracy won for the first time at the village level.

 

Siddhartha wanted to express his views with mixed feelings. All clapped when he came to the podium and expressed his response, “At the outset I would like to express my deep sense of gratitude to my model nation, Bharath Mata who became free from the clutches of the Whites under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. She became free for the rule as per democratic means. My victory is ascribed to Smt. & Sri Bhumaiah’s voting in my favour. If they had not voted, I would have got two votes less than Sri Srimanth. It was they who voted for me and helped me reap the fruits of my success. I thank all the people wholeheartedly. I serve the people of my village with love and affection, commitment and devotion. It will be the best village not only in the state but also in my beloved nation. I bring to your notice the murder attempt against me before the election. They did not want to see me in the fray. Had they killed me in the dense forest near the village, I would not have stood before you as the sarpanch of the village. Your strong will and unstinted support led me on the journey of my victory. Thank you …one and all.”

 

Bhumaiah came forward to the podium to express his response, “At the outset, I offer my respects to Bharatmata, I congratulate Sri Sidhartha and the ward members on their victory in the election. It is the success of democracy…not the success of any one…a single person here… the success of everyone here. I congratulate everyone here. As citizens, we should love our village. We should struggle and strive to serve it. For that we should elect a suitable leader in the panchayat election. In the state, we should be wise in electing a worthy leader in the MLA election to rule the state successfully. We as the citizens, we should also elect a right leader in the parliamentary election to find ourselves happy under his able and stable rule at the centre… As you all know that I am a beggar, living on begging… You may not believe in me…At first Srimanth sent thirty thousand rupees through his supporters. I bluntly refused to take the amount and other things from them (All clapped). I overheard Srimanth’s words: “If a beggar and his wife do not vote for me nothing will happen to my victory…I have solid votes and thumping majority for my landslide victory.”

 

I should also tell you about the victor in the election, Siddhartha. He also came to me before the election to offer me twenty thousand rupees and so on. I politely rejected his offer. My wife too cooperated with me. In fact, the prevailing practice made him get ready for that. I was not ready to take even a single pie from him (all clapped heartily). If the evil practice goes on, poverty will never be eradicated…It is used as a mere slogan in every election… I wish Sri Siddhartha all success in proving himself as the worthy son of Bharat Mata and make all keep their heads high. Let us join hands with him for his success. Now I wholeheartedly thank Sri Siddhartha for the gift of two acres of land to me. This is the only way leading the leader to success in the eradication of poverty. Now I am not a beggar…I am the backbone of my nation. I appreciate Sri Siddhartha for the right reform in the eradication of poverty. Such steps lay a sure road to our progress and jubilation. The leader should think on these lines… Wish the victors all the best…Thank you all for felicitating me on the auspicious occasion, Thanks to one and all…”

 

All listened to the wise Beggar Bhumaiah’s speech spell bound. The people who had taken money and other things before the election were in realization on the lines of his speech.  It became not only a blow but also a worthy lesson to them.

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