THE TENTH OF JUNE- An Ode to Life University Praan Pratishtha

The tenth of June, two hours before the noon

         The quills of history, would be quivering soon

The day was muggy and the wind was still

Its breath was bated but resolute was its will

 

The land arose, the mountains leaned

From birds in the sky, the news they gleaned.

Master was coming, the blessings would shower

         Ahilya’s heart would then bloom and flower 

 

The solidified curse would melt now soon

         The stars would be brighter, aglow would be moon

The hardness would soften, the nectar would flow.

         The forests would sprout, The winds would blow

 

From his perch atop the Neem tree, Hanuman smiled

         Sun gave a knowing look, as the bees around whiled

Memories arose and promises came to mind

         The Master’s heart, he always knew to be kind

 

As he looked afar, the dust arose

         The Master’s flock, was coming now close

The land shook and the life came to fore

         To witness the history, to watch the lore

 

The meditation began, the cosmos churned

         The living and non-living, all heads turned

At the touch of the Master’s feet, the earth felt fateful

         Ahilya’s heart was aflutter, her soul was grateful

 

As the Sun forgot, its journey from dawn,

         His eyebrows sweltered, the sweat beads formed

Watching this, the birds chirped long,

Awoke the Sun who then moved on

 

The ant passing by, picked his droplet of sweat,

         It pricked the disciple,  in the way as a threat

All became one and one became all

         No one was big and none was too small

 

The ceremony got over, the earth was alive

Directions united, the purpose defined

The template was dug, The seeds were bombed

         The real seed though, was always entombed!

 

The Tenth of June, Oh, Tenth of June

         Thank God you happened, not a day too soon!