To Swami Girijatmananda

This poem is dedicated to Swami Girijatmananda Maharaj, an Indian sage.

You'd embroidered the Inferno
sewn with the thread
of supple beauty,
endowed Ganguria
with philosophical
profundity and great altitude
of enlightenment.
You'd reconciled
an old skirmish
between disdain
and phobia.
O God, you made
Ganguria an ultimate abode
decked with platonic ideal

of love and mosaic complexion.