In Praise of the Elements.

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           I love the life-giving soil

       Because it makes me toil

       To receive its ripening reward

       For life’s labour, labelled hard.

       I meekly adore the lofty sky

       For my hopes, that largely lie

       In the directions marked high;

       I proudly salute the invisible air

       That makes me breathe fresh and fair,

       For a purpose pruned to progeny’s care.

       I worship the water’s holy grace

       Cleansing dirt at a regular pace

       To give my mind a secured space.

       I would fall in awe before the Lord of Fire,

       Not for fear of his flames and fumes of ire,

       But for promptly lifting my spirit much higher

       To my mortal remains held in a pyramid of pyre.

                                                           P.Chandrasekaran