Weather Victimised Virtue
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O weather, isn’t it you, who caused this tragic demise, turning of all, the cruelest?
To one who sought the welfare of all, even the poorest, our dead chief minister’s dearest!
O stormy winds, weren’t you aware, that on his way, was the provider of the needy?
To unleash his lavish blessings, on the neglected down trodden steadily!
O dark clouds, couldn’t you stop your thunder, & torrential downpour?
Till the darling of the destitute landed, his benevolent schemes on farmers to shower;
O trees of the forest, couldn’t you turn a cradle to receive our selfless cheerful donor?
Who being dynamic, diligently extended his services to every nook and corner;
O lush bed of greenery, couldn’t you receive safely our leader ever so gracious?
Who wished to reach the unreached, & teach & brighten even the barbarous!
O rain, couldn’t you drench him with your water, to prevent being charred?
One who ignited every heart, with a flame of love for masses, that’s unparalleled!
O lovely flowers, couldn’t your fragrance bring back the savior of the servitude to life?
Who speeded with determination, to blossom & flourish the tribal’s life;
O nature, had you no mercy upon our sedulous, guardian angel’s life?
Whose health schemes, umpteen helpless diseased, revived to sound health & life;
O Omniscient, Omnipresent power, couldn’t you avert this exuberant kind king’s accident?
Who discarded darkness, & enlightened every soul, with his versatile humanity;
O creator & controller of this world, beyond our discernment is thy purpose divine!
Do come, let Thy awesome consoling word, upon the bereaved, broken-hearted shine!
O Omnipotent God, calm this surging storm, in this crucial state!
By choosing a charismatic leader, who would YSR’s immortal spirit perpetuate.
This prominent flower of A.P’s bower!
O he’s not dead!
His high human values & heavenly ideals!
Ever glowing in our hearts read,
He’s surpassed the bonds of death indeed!
- By Mrs. Joan Gladys Prasanna Rao Gattu
Serene Sunitha
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