When your only job is hunting for one

Jo woh Ram mera, to Raavan bhi mera, Jo paap hai, woh mera, to Paavan bhi mera, Yeh Greeshma hai mera, aur Saavan bhi mera, Samudra ka saara jal, aur Himaavan bhi mera. Sunsaan ran jo mera, to sundar Van bhi mera, Shant aatma meri, to chanchal chitvan bhi mera Manushya, tera tan yadi mera, to Man bhi mera, Jo tera kiya hua uphaas mera, to tera stavan bhi mera. Tujhe di vaani hai meri, to hai shravan bhi mera, Teri vibhakti hai meri, to bahulikaran bhi mera, Tera janm jo mera, to tera patan bhi mera, Jo tujhe mila parinaam mera, to uske liye kiya yatan bhi mera. Yadi tera ahamkaar mera hai, to tera naman bhi mera, Teri vidai bhi meri, aur tera aagaman bhi mera, Antariksh me behta aalok mera, to dharti pe pavan bhi mera, Aur yadi yeh Shakti hai meri, to Sri aur Brahman to mera hi mera!

Listen to my call, oh doe-eyed one! oh evening's bliss! do come, Play your mellifluous flute to the melody that I cannot strum, Your shine brighter than the sun, your eyes darker than night, Blow your godly grace to me, and relieve me of my plight. Oh divine protagonist of Dharma! You are the master of fate and time, Come and save this Maha-Bharata from her childrens' crime, Your multi-temporal eyes see all that they did, do and contemplate, Their demons have outgrown them, leaving their souls in a frenzied state. Come oh slayer of demons! With your Chakra that shows the Virtuous Path, Pour some light into my childrens' eyes, so they can see the aftermath, Of the damage they are blindly causing, to themselves and their Mother, Show them the fruits of darkness and despair, of eating me to my core.  Come, oh rider of the Immortal Eagle, and with a gust of his wings vanquish, The toxic nonsense that lingers in the air that I can no longer breathe, Sprinkle the scent of wisdom ...