A Visit To Sringeri- 2

That was the unruly mob most undisciplined Albeit supposedly the most pious devotees That dissuaded my watching the pooja Venting my heart no bit of a stand To get in there with my prayers... That left me enshrouded much with regrets and despair After a long while another visit recently "Guru must have read my mind" I well guessed There were hardly fifty people this season A blessed feeling that I felt even earlier Pagoda flowers giving illumed welcome throughout While winding through the ghats to Sringeri All was well at Sringeri With all the preaching of the Jagathguru With all the blessings of His Holiness With all the visits to the temples there With all the dharshan of the deities there With all the gentle soothing showers, heaven adown Heaven adown, yes, all along with river Tunga... Calm, blissful myriad heavens in her convened A feeling to be felt drowned in her charm A visual to be visioned by soul into her soul Tunga was pregnant with verdure on both banks Supporting flora, fauna and a pantheon of gods Neither Kaalabhairava nor Kaali nor Durgha Despite the deity of the wild woody forests Was fearful but invitingly bewitching Even the Sun God of Suryanarayana temple Like the sun of the sky wasn't burning But was at once pleasingly blessing, bestowing The blue sky was carpeted with mellowed grey Whence in controlled perforation Elysian rose-water-drizzles kept on drizzling Tunga was scented all along in high pleasance And in beaming mercy Mother Sharadha Blessing, blessing, blessing Her aqua-kid And there the fishes big biggies playing happily That I found them fear-free of being fished And there Lord Hanuman in height blissful I found installed firmly rejoicing Tunga-breath And me, to fall lain at the Mother's feet Tunga-way Awaiting yet again one more visit to Sringeri