Poetic Rendering“Come near, come closer,”the true sharanas call.Some step forward shyly,a hand over the mouthnot from pride,but from the softness of little learning,simple lives, simple words.Yet their faint whispersshine with…

Poetic RenderingSome flaunt itfor the world to see.Some wear the Lingabecause they were told to,others because they were scolded into it.But to wear itwithout inner firelike a marriage thread without…

Poetic RenderingCan one place glowing embers on the headand hope to escape the burn?Can one chew grain mixed with stonesand not shatter the jaw?So toothose who mock or scorn the…