Isha and Osho sound like rhyming terms
Indeed so; they both are alike streams
Products of Indian soil
Their words help world out of turmoil!
Giant spiritual trees
Their leaves create soothing breeze
To thousands in search of shade
Treading towards TRUTH that won’t fade!
Both admire Ramana the SILENCE incarnate
But volumes of their discourses articulate
Catch any logical mind
To drag them beyond!
Any one can find Patanjali in them
In their works he will come
Giving exact mixture of method yogic
To disinfect any mind of vague logic!
Grand mystical lotuses
Attracting aspirants from all lands
Permeating prosperity and peace
Their radiations never ever cease!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem