dr.k.g balakrishnan
The minutest, the micro-string
Of my inmost, I transcend,
Pulsing in infinite rate,
Oscillates my apprehension,
To make me swirl into the fulcrum,
The unmoving,
-The Bliss, the Quiescent.
The Shanti the Rishi spelled;
Inadequate the Bhasha,
Fragile skeptical ambiguous
Yet inevitable!
Still, the Guru, the Love
Transmitted mum the Jnana,
The codeless Code, the Sutra!
The solemn Mouna!
The stream singing to converse
With the lovely woods an’ the green,
The mountain echoing the thundering,
The orchestra of the breeze, wind
And the roar of the lion merging
To the thrill eternal smooth soothe and sweet.
Into that tranquil zeal,
The Man cruel crooked,
In his harsh khaki,
With his loaded gun,
And greedy eyes!
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Notes-Santi=Tranquility
Bhasha=Language
Jnana=Knowledge
Sutra=Abbreviation
Mouna=Eternal Quietness,
Calmness of mind.
