Sunahsepha 1-Ashram

We lived in our ashram On the slopes of Mount Bhrigutunga Father Sage Rricheeka, mother And just the three of us. Father, by penance, attained The coveted title of a bhahmarshi And revered by even the king, Such were the times of yore. Jyeshta was favorite of father Young Shunaka, to mother And I, loved by all, had The best of both the worlds. Ashram is still alive in my mind A small stream flowing behind With enough water round the year, As love and togetherness at home. A little breeze a regular visitor But was our peace never disturbed Rain occasional. Summer was never Too hot, nor the winter too cold. Fragrance of flowers filled the air Devadaaru and other medicinal trees Rubbed their shoulders together Shedding smell and spreading health. Variety fruit, roots and tubers- Food was abundant, so were guests Known and unknown. Food we shared With all hungry men and beasts. Vedas, Vedaangas and Puraanas Father taught us and trained us To live a life of penance.Life ebbed And flowed, peace prevailed.