(adi Sankara) 11 Pandit Kumarilabhatttar

R Rajaram Ramachandran Rajaram Ramachandran
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Kumarilabhattar, a Pundit, And a scholar of great repute, Was lying in his death bed. To see him, Sankara hurried. Sankara’s thought like this. “If the Pundit accepts The ‘Advaita’ philosophy, It’ll make my work easy.” “For all the Pundit’s followers Will then become my followers, ” With this idea he proceeded, But the Pundit was half dead. The body upto his hip Was burnt in the heap Of burning saw dust, When Sankara arrived just. The Pundit was averse To the Buddhists’ ideas. So, he made out a plan To defeat those men. In disguise as a Buddhist, He learnt their every text. Then he challenged them And finally defeated them. His conscience didn’t permit, Having betrayed the Buddhists. As his action was unfair, He burnt himself in fire. To see him at that stage, Sankara went to his cottage, And said, “Oh Pundit What you did is correct.” “But a lifeless action, Will have no reaction. It’s the Lord’s will That does every control.” “You must understand The fruit, at the end, For every action you did, Lies in the hands of God.” The Pundit accepted The ‘Advaita’ and died One more step Sankara gained, In this bold attempt he made.

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