To Lord Shiva, I weep and pray
I sit here in silence observing the Lord seated in His sacred shrine within this chamber and wonder, how distant and aloof He is from the chaos out side. Here is one world in silence, beckoning me to stop thinking and start contemplating and out there is another world that doesnt give me any such room. And yet I exist, swinging between these two world as I weep with these thoughts in my mind.
I weep when I realize my insensitivity toward the pain of other people suffering outside
I weep when I see this old tree getting cut down to make way for a road
I weep when I see sacred rivers getting dammed when there is no water left in others
I weep when I see the beauty of this country side being ravaged in the name of development
I weep when I see hatred among us based on caste, color and faith
I weep when I see a family cry for food when I wasted my meal today
I weep when I see no justice being given to a little boy who lost his family to a murderous war
I weep when I see no compassion when the helpless ask for a little support
I weep when I see the foolishness of a son when he disrespects his father by dismissing his request
I weep when I see a mother discriminating between her children
I weep when I see children beat up a calf newly born, in ignorance and no one stops them
I weep when I realize how much pain I caused to a dragon fly when I pulled its wings and left it to suffer
I weep when I realize I stamped an ant on the ground and watch it writhe in pain
I weep when I see the tormented chicken watch death up close in the slaughter house
I weep when I see animals painfully tied up together with no room to move when they are transported city to city
I weep when I see the young lamb await its death at the temple
I weep when I see you, blissful and ignorant not realizing the density of this chaos that you are stuck in
I weep when I hear senseless judgment made due to mass ignorance
I weep when I realize I cursed you Lord, for not granting my prayers, not realizing that you averted greater harm on my way.
I weep when I realize, I am only existing but I am not living!
I weep when I realize there are better ways to get to You if only we cared enough for the living
I weep, I weep, over the misery I feel being myself.