That only sun, only moon, only star each one quests for
That beacon that burns on eternally in each one's core
Isn't it love—that's kind, warm, gentle, selfless, and endless?
Isn't life without it, like a fine flower that's scentless?
Going beyond mundane attraction and affection heights
It's love that rises from a heart that kindles lacs of lights.
Delight of devotion, desire, and dream for the divine
It shines, like lamps of Deepawali, within each one's shrine.
Through, with, and in its light, each one single-mindedly walks
Each one breaks all blocks that hurdle the trails like boulder rocks.
Doesn't one face the futile amusement of absurd death?
Breath merged with the divine breeze—doesn't one attain rebirth?
The fire encircled by red Adirondacks
A ham and cheese omelette full of protein packs
Glacier remnants the shoreline stacks
Crimson turns; the once green Sumac's
In the Ojibwe lands no fall beauty lacks
Anishinaabeg; the "True People" of lake Mille Lacs
*.corrupt:
We are real files of the world,
Better than files of computational emerald;
Viruses can't fight with us,
Hard to find,Tough to scan from surplus;
You wont get any such file extensions,
We are our politicians' inventions;
We make more copies of ourselves,
Worms should doubt in themselves;
Hacking is just breaking into system,
We are in ourselves system's wisdom;
100 crores scam is mere thing,
Lacs of crores corruption in our record's wing;
If Central Bureau Of Investigation is an antivirus,
We are stronger,we inject in them chronic virus;
We leave no stones unturned ,
Be it 3G or COALGATE,everything we welcome;
We have an edge over computers,
Hidden,stolen,the brutal murderers.