A Spirit breathes in
It
is not a black granite
or carved idols
of some
Indian deities we worship
by
offerings of sandal paste,
fragrant
flowers and holy waters,
It
is not a blotched plant,
bunch
of sacred leaves,
décor
adorning the urn,
sprinkles
holy all around
the
venerable spot of Belief,
Not
the Mantra chanting
aloud
or
Vedic recitals
of scholars and erudite pundits,
propitiating Gods and
angels
throughout
the day from Dawn,
neither
the offerings of
puddings
and rice cakes
of
jaggery and pure ghee
flowing
in plantain leaves
or
holding in sacred vessels,
mind
wandering elsewhere,
application
rescinded or duplication
entertained
with currency embalmed
in conscience of convenience,
but
a Firm Dedicated Spirit
of
Absolute Surrender to HIS WILL
that
prevails His Domain and care.
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