Comments about shikha shanti
attired not in gold, yet shorn with a Godly name
gentle as the breeze was He
an ecstatic tide in the cosmic sea
Sweetly, He sang of forgotten dreams
many asleep, where blessed, it seems
a song of hope contained in light beams
an Immortal true and true
asking nothing of this erroneous 'you'
Not in silken robes of a saffron cast
or cages of descriptive glass
holding up lamps that shadow the way
of the children in a clever way
Humble like the morning Sun,
a gentle sunset, when the day is ...