Marvellous Aunty, marvellous is thy exposition
Thy understanding is superb and profound
Thy assimilation of theology is exemplary
It mirrors the highest peak of wisdom scaled
No man, believe me can go further in this regard
Sure Aunty, thou desreveth instant benediction.
Then grant me Krishna, O 13Varadaraja, Karunamurti
The state of MISFORTUNE and worries, its off-springs
Let them come in battalions one by one, or all together
Let them send their allies-loss, despair and helplessness
Let them confine and assail me from all sides
Let them squeeze me to the last drop of blood
Let them trample me into a ball of pulp
Let them pulverize me to fine atom less powder
Let them suffocate me to the last breath
Yes till ....till
Why art thou faltering and stopping?
What then is there unmentioned yet
What else will remain when one reaches
The last stage of losing breath,
That snaps his ties with the world he lives in
Tell me Aunty, what next .........
Well Krishna, let me be suffocated by such force
Till left with the last breath to send SOS, crying Krishna
The accent falls on the last syllable in such a way
To be stretched and prolonged to the point last
No No, extended to miles millions, to be precise
Till it falls on thy tympanums to wake you up ......
13. the king among the bestowers of boons...