Sea Of Love And Sea Of Refuge !

I'm all on a sudden alone on a turbulent sea,
No boat, no oars,no ship yet I just swim,
Where ever I turn vast expanse of water I see,
Not salty but an elixir of life I dream.

It's a Sea of Love there I find a Sea of Peace,
The mad tide widely takes me up and down,
Yet I find a Sea of Strength in the Sea of Grace,
No sea beasts trounce and thereby pound upon.

Shark or whale that do prowl,I do not encounter,
But I see a Sea of Light and Life on my way,
In the Sea of Refuge none can hunt me or slaughter,
In that great Sea of Mercy I am happy and gay.

A Mighty Sea,mightier ever than the mightiest,
In magnitude and magnanimity He is Jesus Christ.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu

Are You Blessed ?

Plant a seed, you will see it sprouts and yields,
If you dig anywhere for water,spring gushes,
When you plough wilderness,becomes fertile fields,
You will find rain to your land that brings wishes.

You will never be a borrower,but ever be a giver,
Never be alone,you will have children to shoulder,
Poverty never knocks your door,will be healthy ever,
Justification and righteousness will never bewilder.

The works of your hand will bloom as spring with grace,
No locusts will have guts to consume your trees,
Never you be plundered or oppressed,you make a race,
Ever be head,never be tail,will be a tender breeze.

As stars of heaven The Lord multiplies your seed,
You 'll increase,never decrease,its blessing indeed.

Indian Crows ! Indian Pride !

Birds of the same feather flock together,
Indian crows challenge the birds of the air,
They sing,eat, muse and dance all together,
They too never sow,gather in to barns never.

On finding food remnants they cry out caw caw,
An invitation to fellow-birds to come and eat,
They share,and eat whatever saw cooked or raw,
Oh!Crows of India!you are so splendid and sweet.

Oh!Crows!do not look at rational human beings,
They've enough to fight on color, creed and code,
You continue to love,share and sing your musings,
Till men learn to love and to discard the sword.

Yes!indeed Indian Pride is our Indian Crows,
O!India!End atonce all human agony and owes.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Son Of A Nun !

A frail woman born to serve the poorest,
The orphan,the sick and the neglected bleak,
A nun ever in service,never found rest,
She saw Christ in the face of the ailing sick.

She in regular duty in the hospital one day,
A young boy met with accident admitted there,
In unconscious state like a bundle,so to say,
The sister attended to him with utmost care.

Many months after memory revived,got healed,
To the nunnery the boy went to see the sister,
He insisted to see her, his desire he revealed,
What was he to the sister,asked the superior.

He declared, she was his new found mother,
Who gave him new love and new life together.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.