On the road to Omkareshwar, I pondered the sight, A statue of Oneness, carved in pure orange light, But Krishna, the divine, in colors so varied, In oneness, his essence, he always carried.
Oh, Democratic Authority, is your choice so clear, To paint the world in orange, keeping Krishna so near, For Adi Shankara's wisdom, non-dualism's grace, In unity with the Supreme, he found his sacred space.
The ochre-clad Sadhus, a few may understand, The depth of Shankara, the truth so grand, "सर्वम खलविदम ब्रह्म," he proclaimed with might, Brahma in everything, in darkness and in light.
But politics, it stinks, like a foul scent it clings, To marigolds it clings, but ignores what beauty brings, Roses, pomegranates, lilies, and myrtles so fair, Jasmine's fragrant breath, it fails to equally share.
Green, the color of life, they've cast it aside, Yet it's the essence of all, where existence does abide, In this scene, oh Krishna, teach the saffron-clad, To spread the aroma of all flowers, make hearts glad.
Your teachings, dear Krishna, transcend the single hue, Acharya Shankara, too, sought your wisdom true, Let your song be free, like a boundless river's flow, In melodies of love and oneness, let all colors glow.
~ Dr Intaj Malek
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