A Soul Felt Gratitude

A Soul felt Gratitude
P K Routray

Discontinuing the discourses

on the nectar of divine verses

a rare occasion, my brother had ever done,

during such session dares disturb him none,

moved unusually to talk lonely with me

when on an occasion me he could see

to ensure that his message is conveyed in verbatim

he wanted to  deliver this message to me in person.

Thus was with me his last conversation

a heart touching was the expression

to convey the deepest gratitude of his life

for rowing him across many rivers of worldly strife

to his Auntie Mushi Apa, to all a divine deity’s clone

through me adding it to the tale of my own.

Fishy I smelled in his tone and action

shocked  I was with an apprehension

that did he listen to any call from the super Master?

Was he in a hurry to complete his pending tasks faster?

Grief struck us soon as my apprehension turned true,

this mortal world, his mortal body he bade final adieu.

(A true fact involving me Mushiapa the name of my auntie.)