If Earth Carried An Avatar

Why, I am pretty sure that this world is left not to its own I am pretty sure that, on it, through subtle means, its savior roams As an avatar, a version of the divine, and that, On the world's many alleys, on its pathways, he walks his due And like us, he goes through the whims of his fate! Pray, his aim in doing so, remains solely to himself known But, if I may say, it is merely to gather, from this world Notes and information Which he shall transmit to the Great Lord of all, The one known by all those names given to Him by humankind But being, in the very end, one same in essence! Pray, the avatar of the divine treads on, Carries the burden of his own existence Cries and laments at his own miseries as well as That of the whole world And has, on his soul, everything inscribed So much that when he shall be back to where he belongs The Great Lord of all shall merely read And take the right decision as to what is to be done with Earth and its mundane existential reality! Why, if I could, I would have tried my best To find him, to recognize him among the many To help him in his task To give him the love that he requires even And to fly, with him, soul-entwined, towards the abode Of bliss and magnificence! Pray, world, be not trodden under your burden Your savior, the avatar of the divine Sees, and feels You shall be taken care of Do worry not! After all, such is what the skies do whisper to me Each time I look up at them While trying to find answers to my meaning here Yes, do worry not Someday, I shall meet him, the great manifested soul I shall meet him and I shall urge him to cure you!