In the cradle of time, where Ganga flows,
Among the chants, where saffron glows,
He stands serene, with soul so still,
A seeker moved by ancient will.
Draped on symbols of sacred lore,
‘Mahadev’ echoes from shirt to shore,
With Rudra’s fire in his steady gaze,
He walks the ghats through smoky haze.
Crowds may gather, and temples rise,
But peace is found in inner skies.
With yellow stole and folded hands,
He honors truth where dharma stands.
O flame of faith in modern form,
You hold the silence in life’s storm.
In Kashi’s heart, your spirit gleams,
A witness to the river’s dreams.
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The poem is written on my son’s recent visit to Kashi
mastanappa puletipalli
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