Let the clouds get churned and shower
Let the fallen rain not eject the lives to the street
Let the giver of food not subject his neck to the rope
Let the stove burn all three times a day
Let the infants doesn't cry from the dustbins
Let the parents not look out for the address of old age homes
Let the flower seller girl doesn't become the carcass on the street
Let even the beggar get a chunk of food
Let the girl who bears so much of dreams not get charred by flames
Let the soldier's wife doesn't become the widow
Let the wars get exiled from global map
Let there be little moisture in our eyes and hearts
Let even the rivers not suffer tumors
Let even the Tsunami bear little compassion
No more objections my Lord; let our brains bear the language of hearts
Rangamma Hodekal,
Kannada poet