Arunachala: You make me the King Stunned in thought, Silenced in word, Scorched of karma, Snatched of free will, Singed of desire, Yet.. your sight makes one the king! Oh, Arunachala! Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)MoreClick to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)
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