Take on Guardian’s
“But I will clothe him with this pen of mine”.
“The sacred muse that first made love divine”
Slowly inculcates a path of
renunciation and saintliness twine,
I will clothe him with this pen of mine
That all this world of
humanity shall venerate
And respectfully prostrate to
his holy feet
His beauty is
his smile of
endearing warmth,
His Glory, his Chanting always, his Meditation
Ever glowing with spirit
of radiation,
Saffron is His Robe of
dignity,
Behind so much of decency and veracity.
His piercing arrows
of stern checks
and looks
Will thwart
human’s unwarranted desires.
No sullenness but sweetness of his
soothing
Words , our strength and serenity.
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