‘Water and Water , no life no forms.
Alone, amid the hydraulic rage
tussles immortal,ancient sage.
Worn and jaded with remorse in mind,
“ Tis Cursed immortality - the root of grind”
Jeered by time steered by the waves
for a drop of bliss, in waters he craves.
Tired immortal mired in plight
beheld a banyan humongous upright.
Sigh of solace married to shock
“ Ferry with gates nine finds the dock.”
And then… Rumbles a voice divine
“Safe art thou oh sage, don’t pine.”
‘ A Tot!’ beheld the sage amazed
‘Alluring like sapphire’, he gazed and gazed.
Shade cerulean, lovably framed
engulfed the sage ,that infant untamed!!!
Number of worlds and Gods with might
arose, dissolved in Markandeya's sight.
“agony and ecstasy”, the sage is dazed
Tears roll down , every hair is raised .
Out goes the seer! With a sigh of Lord
Hails the sage his infant God-
“Big bewitching lovely eyes
Jaya Bal Mukunda, slayer of vice.
O’ eternal cause of every cause
Shower thy grace, pardon my flaws.
Time again this glimpse I earn,
reside O’ Hari in mind’s cavern."
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