Greater men had retired,
From the idea of Sannyaas.
For a word invoking peace,
It all seemed quite a task.
For, being one with oneself,
And inhaling all of nature,
Was near impossible,
To the modern creature.
Yet, there lived a withered man,
Unbeknownst to most;
He started his mornings,
Camouflaged from all those ghosts.
Engaged souls, spirits of chaos,
Who couldn’t all but bicker,
While he took in everything,
The Vedas had to offer.
– Aarushi Raina Bhaumik
5/1/2018
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