Mritunjayi
Oh great society!
Love God Worshippers!
You discard, you disgrace
When He lives in lover's heart!
He is an image of clay
Without our admiration-
You made Him that every time
He touches those lovers' mind
Can you limit the water of an ocean?
Or space of the sky?
Then why enclose love-
In your narrow mind!
Look at the great mountain,
Touching the feet of heaven'.
But when two pure souls-
Of this objective earth
Bear true love-
Then the dead hard mountain also bows-
So does the ether!
Oh holy priests, you say-
Love in living heart is unholy!
But you bathe Him-
With Ganga water -
Though aware of its impurity!
Because, Ganga in the God's head-
Holy with all impurity.
And He inhales through living loves
It makes him mritunjayi''
I dedicated my this poetry to Mritunjayi...I know you already shared it in my name...but when the discussion comes about your stories...Mritunjayi comes at top and I cannot help myself from dedicating this poetry again π