My Brahminism misled me
And wandered I,
Wandered I far from
With my ego and hypocrisy
And I could not,
Could not them,
The sadhus,
The Naga sadhus,
The Pahadi, hilly Naga men,
The great saints of India
Never entered into history.
Clothless and with the minimum,
Maintaining celibacy
With strict control over lust, greed,
Sex and erotic libido,
They the travelers from far
Have a history of their own,
A strict living of their own
Away from common sighting
They remain lost in their tougher sadhna
Upheld by high level yogic and tantric practices.
Naga sadhus,
The Naga sadhus of India
I could not,
Could not know them,
Know their history and background,
Culture and ethos,
Sadhna and practices
Standing as a foil to northerners,
Brahminical rites and rituals
Which but superseding them
Stand they in their Akhadas.
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