GURU

Pic credits: Sampada Deshpande

Guru the creator, Preserver of the creation
Extols love of selfless revelation.
Crescending expeditions through genres of erudition
Together we fly, carrying me on thy rendition.


How a scowl and frowning brow
Turns to a smile of joyous will.
Greatest meed indeed though know
To see a novice master the skill.


For the world loves forth the thickest blood
And you O sage like The Son of Man!
No mortal Flesh has a flawless hood
But you belong to the chivalrous clan.


This ain’t a song of mortal praise;
But ought to be a humble truth and grace.
Though I conquer tribes of nation,
               Thou art...
My Guru the creator, Preserver of the creation.
(An expression of gratitude and content for every soul that has enlightened me.)

Shamuvél - ശമൂവേൽ (Musings - 08 Sept 2012)


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