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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hymns of salvation That my own body is my greatest enemy was unknown to me. Deluded, O Lord, I was reveling in its pleasures. The ones that do not listen to Your tales, never speak the truth and won’t feed the starving, worry not about what is right and what’s not, would not obey the Guru, do not remember Your name; O God, why should anyone care if such folks are alive or dead. O God, fed up we all are kinsfolk with weeping , relatives with cremating , moms with giving birth , I with getting born. 20/Nov/12 Form: “Suzette Prime” with the syllable count, per line, of 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13 etc , all Prime numbers. For: Su Crous’ Prime numbers and Philosophy contest. By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair. * The philosophy of the poem is borrowed from the hymns ( in Tamil) sung by one of our( Indian) saints named” PATTINATHAR”, revered for his words of wisdom and deeds of miracles. The reference in the 3rd stanza is to the innumerable incarnations each soul has to go through, age after age, till it gets freed from the cycle of births and deaths on attainment of salvation. Here he is praying to God for his own salvation : ” In this never ending cycle of births and deaths ; times without number, have my close relations wept for me whenever I died, my near ones cremated me as many times; times without number, mothers gave birth to me and times without number I was born into this world. We are all totally fed up, going through this process repeating itself again and again. O God, deliver me once and for all from this terrible fate”. Stanzas 1 and 2 are self-explanatory. For SKAT's contest on 15 Jun 13
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