i hear like now, my Gridhari's flute
O lord of janaki,
the strings of the tampura, the gaud of the sarod,
my heart flutters, Oh My Vivekananda-
my obsciences before such statues,
you of all who allowed me to understand my very own, Master.
Without whose harmony, the notes which bridge this life
I could not gage the depth of the great beings that have come and gone
as the passing stars.
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