Pardon me for the blood that lashed upon your face,
For the tousle deeds beyond the pale,
I seek refuge here, the ocean of the wrathful earth,
Now save me from the tempest whale,

Pardon me for the pain caused upon your log,
For my axe that cut your feet,
I seek refuge here under the poor pine,
Now save me from the ravens’ fleet,

Pardon me for the cry of the hunted lion,
For plunging him into the boiling barrel,
I seek refuge under the wildly gardens,
Now save me from the lion’s peril

Pardon me for the ruins of the burnt forest,
For the nascent flames that Ive put under,
I seek refuge here under the lonely shrub,
Now save me from the angry thunder,

O’ Pardon me for all my deeds,
That sting again in the nature’s chest,
Now kill the hunters, kill the poachers,
Forsake the beauty of the rest

Siddharth Raj Soni