Treasure Island

Hrushikesha Mohanty

(Bangalpur, Balasore, Odisha, India)

Joy of Descend


A meditation of difference
That was an awakening of difference
Not only for self elevation
But for others -
To sing together the song of Creation.


Heart did not flutter
Not there was gruel to win
Zealousy didn't prevail
But the search was for only Truth
To accommodate, to understand
To share the pain of sufferers
- He the king Bhagirath.


Engrossed in deep meditation
To awaken
Not like Dharmaraj Yudhisthir
Forgetting all for the self.
Bhagirath rose up and up
But to descend
with The Ganges
To sing with the song of Creation.
The Awakening and the mediation
Not only for the ascend
But for the joy to descend!

Submitted: Thursday, October 22, 2009
Edited: Thursday, October 22, 2009

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