The Ruins Of Nalandha
Tears rolled down from our eyes
while standing on the relics
of Nalandha, where seers and monks
discoursed upon the ways for a world
without the futile war and want.
Those who sneaked in from the West,
and those who sneered at the host,
razed it and burnt the holy books.
The sky was also weeping
and we were wet, but mute,
seeing around the sites and mounds.
A secular centre met its grave
as the brutes roamed with a spirit
to kill, loot and destroy.
The remnants reveal their creed!
There the nations should meet
to cull up a common cult to all.
May love of mankind rise out of the ruins!
Excavate the minds to find
the loving – Nature God given..
The fire that consumed the books
may our unbridled greed burn!
Let our minds be monasteries
of thoughts to serve the poor.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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