Listen Friend
Rampriya is in bliss
Wandering a sacred wood
How long has he been removed?
Only Mother knows
The Simple Lord perspires
It is there Rampriya bathes his cloth
Narmada the Stainless
Narmada the Sacred
Narmada the Call of Home
Put down what you are carrying
And behold Her Timeless Song
No more useless books
No more empty words
Rampriya learns from wind and rain
I can dig it
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I love your poetry. I came across this today that I wrote last year and thought you might like it: http://jahnavi.wordpress.com/2011/10/19/river-devi/
ReplyDeleteThis post makes many other things much clearer. It is so wonderful to see the influence this had on some of your later works. I am so moved by this, and come back to it often, especially when I feel I am straying. Posted on my birthday, nonetheless. Thank you so much.
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