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!
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