An age whereveryone speaks
Is an age where no one is heard

On a night train to ashram Khajuraho
Sipping on chai wallah's too sweet tea  
Mami coughs and now tired didi weeps
Huddled together on a single leather
Sharing grapes splashed with water

I have a coat here have my sheets
Against the air to swaddle or shroud
Now here's a blanket now have my pillow
For why give prayers to God if one
Has preyed on the widowed and weak

Yes the Lord gave claws to the crows
And our bones to carry their meat
But He gave to us only the meek
And required us only to seek
A simple life of lofty thoughts

Be not like running water
Be like a pool of still water
See yourself therein
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