With ‘sambaram’ in hand
And Sangeetham in heart,
Bright Sun everywhere,
Kids playing around,
I was sitting in the veranda.
My children with families
Here, after many days
Festival in Baltimore home,
Though, all around Corona booms
Mind flies back to my old days
As it does often.
My old wound pains,
I turn to my Kartha.
‘It pains, my Lord!’
‘Time leaves nothing unleveled,
Gone your thorny weed,
What you have , is a cashew seed
In the Payasam, in your hand,
Bite it and walk on ‘
‘Sambaram in my hand
Not pudding, Lord !’
My Master smiles,
‘Remove the ‘kariapakku’ leaf
And enjoy the liquid!
The leaf will go, but the smell’ll stand
What else do you want?’
What a great lesson on the Gurupoornima Day!
From my Father, Guru and Master!
The leaf will go but the smell’ll stand!
I will go but my fragrance will stay !
PS- Sambaram is butter milk further diluted and flavored with coriander leaves.