In the dawn’s first light, a boy takes flight,
With dreams of gods in his youthful sight.
Shiva’s whispers in the morning breeze,
A quest for the divine, his heart to appease.
Seeking Rama, Krishna, Shiva’s grace,
In every temple, in every face.
Through Varanasi’s sacred streets, he roams,
In Ayodhya’s echoes, in Vrindavan’s homes.
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By the Ganges, he ponders life’s flow,
Amidst ancient chants, his doubts grow.
The water mirrors his questing soul,
In Varanasi, seeking to be whole.
Seeking Rama, Krishna, Shiva’s grace,
In every temple, in every face.
Through Varanasi’s sacred streets, he roams,
In Ayodhya’s echoes, in Vrindavan’s homes.
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In Ayodhya’s arms, Rama’s tales come alive,
In Vrindavan’s dance, Krishna’s play does thrive.
Colors of Holi, joy in divine play,
In each sacred tale, he finds his way.
Back to his village, the journey’s end,
Sees his world through a newfound lens.
The divine not afar, but in hearts near,
In every smile, in every tear.
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Found Rama, Krishna, Shiva’s grace,
Not in the distance, but in every face.
In his village streets, in his bride’s embrace,
In the mirror, sees God’s own trace.
In the union of hearts, in life’s embrace,
He finds Shiva, Rama, Krishna’s grace.
In every moment, in every breath,
In love, in life, in birth, in death.