A knot was tied, a precursor to the boon
That life was destined to be; a great gift!
54 years on, curtain falls, this afternoon.
Fire was witness on that day; sacred fire
That lit the fire of love to heart's desire.
Yes, the fire that burnt the dross of life
And turned the Span into a song on lyre.
Today, ever pure Ganga is the witness.
Ganga, who flows , in all her kindness
With the steadiness of consciousness
Breathing on the altar of timelessness.
Flow is not only of the masses of water
But especially of the spirit of the author
Of the beauty and charm of the cosmos.
Whatever goes to it's bosom is , Kocher!
One might say, we come from the stars
And from there we bring all that cheers.
So be it ! If there be a grain of truth to it
After sojourn , one goes home , to stars!
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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