On Reading Mythili's Journey To Himalayas - Poem by chandra thiagarajan
On reading my friend MYTHILY'S
'A Journey-from the depths of the mind
to the Heights of Himalayas.'
This day across an article
Chanced I, eftsoons to dwell,
An article, presented by my friend—
It was a laudable marvel-so well!
About her holy pilgrimage
To Himalayas—Lord Shiva's Abode;
Over-powering many a tribulation
That beset her, as she strode.
Many a gripping travelogue,
Written by luminaries eminent,
Have I gone through and through,
But the sentiment there was always worldly-bent!
But this fluid rendition excelled most,
For, it with ease, emanated naturally
From the abysmal depths of an enraptured host,
Who had also flowered spiritually.
With coherent thoughts stream-lining,
The language was with perspicuity flowing;
The mind with Nature a-mingling,
Set the jubilant heart a-tingling!
Enthralled at the panoramic view,
Unfolded with such beatitude,
Pride in me welled up to be one of the lucky few
To gain access to a tablature, so richly hued.
No one facet of that stupendous glory
Reflected in those thrilling lines,
Can I endeavour to project in this story,
For it's value out-weighs, even the richest mine! .
Oh! that precious golden hour!
Whence I, with the authoress journeyed
To that Grand Snowy Tower
To pull out the ‘Ego' weed!
Oh! that ecstasy melting sweet,
Which filled my heart to brim!
It was sure, an unparalleled treat
To have had a wonderful glimpse of Him!
Oh! Almighty! As I my homage pay,
From the very core of my heart-I pray,
To Shed your Gleaming Merciful Ray;
On her and her kin, as is ever your way!
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