Oh the wonder
That you made
A molehill
Me
Out of a mountain
You
O Arunachala!
Oh the wonder
That you made
A moth
Me
Out of the fire
You
O Arunachala!
Oh the wonder
That you made
Amnesic
Me
Out of Knowledge
You
O Arunachala!
Today,
On this dark night
Of yours,
Pray,
Undo all this,
Unmake me,
Break the mirrors,
Do some real magic
O Arunachala!
March 6, 2008 at 8:23 am
Super poem…..:) 🙂 :)…as always…..
Naan ini illamal pogattum
Siva Gnaana Ramanane Vaazhattum
March 9, 2008 at 7:33 am
wow
a bhakti poem of the first order
gjv
March 9, 2008 at 7:48 am
Thanks..thanks…