The twinkle in eyes, the lights never fade
To enrich many lives they adorn this abode
to instil faith and that timeless goad!
Sometimes you wish you could do more. More in your capacity to admire and the enthusiasm to follow. You could do more than just marvel. And you could do more than just sings paeans or just write.
I could realise that through an epiphany, when the bhakt inside me was all too ready to elevate his deity. The nothingness of the motif had already cast its spell. And that's why I am going to stop. No amount of words can exemplify the kind of effect he has had on a whole generation, the generation I was a part of. So, it's better be left unspoken and rather be felt to absorb its real essence.
Long live the master.
1 comment:
Amen!!
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