Countdown starts.
Pregnant moments,
of hope n’ anxiety.
Every second ticks,
Filled with hopes,
prayers of millions.
At last a shower,
ends summer.
Heat waves cool.
sky glaze afresh,
Tide of emotions,
Sweep through.

As day wakes up,
life kicks in vigor.
from womb of time.
A rocket fired to destiny,
boosted by grace,
tracked to confidence.
Scientists cross fingers,
breathe heavily.
Their hearts pumped,
thrusting pressure.
Kindles fire in hearth,
as scarifies for humanity.

Day stretches,
into orbit of time.
moves to elliptical emotion,
at last into vastness,
Into moonlit path,
into fold of* chanda mama. (Uncle Moon)
we are one proud lot,
offering our souls,
by chanting Vedas’.
invoking celestial beings,
a time-tested device,
to wake up divinity,
in each one of us.

Kudos to Aryabatta,
Bhaskaracharya,
Leelavati, n’ all great,
saints who lived here.
Diamonds forever, shone;
in the womb of this land.
In a remote village,
a lone hearth.
Sparks of fire rise,
Chant of mantras,
rise at dawn.
Fresh fire is lit,
by rubbing flints.
Oh! lord not mine.
not mine, not mine.
________________

Satheesan Rangorath

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