Eklavya the Luminous
A gaze as deep as the sea—
how sanctified the pilgrim steps
that seek to rest in that pure white light.
That devotion of Eklavya—
like moonlight in the dense forests of a sacred pilgrimage—
on the edges of night,
his fragmented longings take flight
on trembling wings.
Through centuries upon centuries,
we have lost our Eklavya—
the eternal resonance of greatness
has dimmed in this ailing world.
May it rise again—
that radiant star, Eklavya the Luminous.
Let the revolving wheel of evolution
transform the old ritual—
let not the devoted disciple’s thumb
be severed in offering to the master,
but instead let the naked darkness of primitive cruelty
be crushed into dust.
In that pure light,
in the grace of beauty and auspiciousness,
let the consciousness of living beings
celebrate its victory.
In the stream of universal love,
may pain, thirst, and lamentations cease;
let the famine of the heart
end in fountains of fulfillment.
May a flawless life of ideals be built,
a world radiant with unmatched splendor—
and upon this golden earth,
let there be a festival of green.
