Taramala
Twelfth bead of the Taramala
On Ganga's sacred banks,
Sun showers its radiant light,
Japa mala in my hand,
Absorbed in the mantra's hum.
A tender smile spreads,
Eyes shimmer with profound tears,
I gaze and see Anirudha,
My brother, bound in devotion.
He speaks of Narayana's essence,
Seeing divinity in all…
