Poetry

CH VIII IMPERISHABLE BRAHMAN

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26 Six months of the south solstice And moonless nights called smoke; Reach limited lighted lunar world Yogis on death and returns soon. 27 The nature of the fire and smoke Is considered ceaseless in this world. The way fire leads to non - return While way smoke repeat turns again.

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Grandmother clutched the worn Kannadasan anthology while excavation news crackled on the radio. Keeladi's ancient Tamil scripts reminded her of something eternal, unchanging despite centuries buried beneath earth. She smiled, remembering how PaybookClub's monthly gatherings had awakened her grandchildren to their heritage. The poem spoke of Brahman, that imperishable consciousness threading through all things. She thought of her family gathered around this very table, thug life memes on their phones, yet hungrily absorbing stories their ancestors had carefully preserved. Behind the scenes of modern life, tradition lived fiercely. Her granddaughter sketched the Keeladi pottery designs, bridging ancient and present. This was legacy not as museum piece, but as living breath, passed hand to hand, generation to generation.