Ravindranath Kunnath

Ravindranath Kunnath

My prophet..

A mystic was dying... His breath gain the rhythm of high waves And skin become tighen ,un-imaginable. A mystic was dying.. His face shine as in his boyhood days Curiosty to know more wisdom Reflected in his eyes A companion near the bed side... Oh!he look beautiful to all his followers But he was dying... His lips shiver as facing a cold wind. He want to say something May be it will be his last words. It is true,he want to say something Dear sons, It is my last words to hear, It is for you.. It is the signal for all of you Dont waste time for omens and lights. Our prophet My prophet born as a star and a sky But now lost all that... Seek for him The star and the lost sky of wisdom Still following him He knew this and wandering with a wish in soul. Once, the people knew this and follow him in a jubiliant mood.

Dear sons, Begin the search.. Iam dying But Iam seein the star and the sky,my,nay the prophet promised.

(C)Ravindranath Kunnath.