RAMANA….THE MARTYR

Ramana…The  martyr

 

 

Even though dead, through the buried deep,

Your fragrance still brims the winds,

The springs come to beg inspiration

And the rains to quench their age-old thirst,

Many come to wail their woes

And go back embedded to peace.

This stilled detonation that lurks around you

Will explode all those who seek.

Your body has ashed to earth,

Your breath no longer flows.

Then what is this compelling tug

That encroaches and dissolves the silly “ego”?

What could be this immortal spirit

That fetches these people from far away?

In ensuing days, I begin to know

From conversing voices

Around your grave.

They say,” you were a  patriot who loved all the same,

You were a true martyr to love!”

• From the book: MUSINGS OF THE AWAKENING SOUL