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That desires no fruit of action,
Sitting before us
In body and soul, incarnate.
You all must have seen the grandeur
Of a lotus in bloom.
This is the time to feel
The natural spirit of the lotus
Folding back its petals
In the light of the setting sun.
The snake is pretty,
So is its skin,
It gives the snake its beauty and protection…
Still
The snake leaves off the skin
In a natural way…
Just like that…
Without attachment…
Quietly, healthily, naturally…
It was a departure
From place of action to place of birth
But, fate drew him back again
To the pilgrimage
To enter the land,
To not allow the body to remain.
He kept sacrificing in the yajna of his actions
Every moment of his life,
Every particle of his body,
And from it manifested
Inspiration for hundreds…thousands.
The mantra is ringing
“Rashtriya Swaha Idam Na Mam.”
(Sacrificed for the nation, I am none.)
This accumulation of light,
The name of this resplendent life is
Anant Ramakrishna Kale.
As I got an opportunity
To bow before him