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    On the banks of the Ganges River, the narrator encounters a sage meditating. The narrator observes the sage's weathered face and notices a butterfly trapped in a spider's web next to the sage, counting its final breaths. When the sage opens his eyes, he gazes at the trapped butterfly and speaks to the narrator, tearing away layers of insensitivity and clearing the frost from the narrator's heart. The sage then frees the butterfly, letting it fly to safety. He tells the narrator "No two souls can be satisfied at one time... Do what makes you happy... And the world will return thy smile." The sage then closes his eyes and continues his meditation, leaving the narrator with

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    On the banks of the Ganges River, the narrator encounters a sage meditating. The narrator observes the sage's weathered face and notices a butterfly trapped in a spider's web next to the sage, counting its final breaths. When the sage opens his eyes, he gazes at the trapped butterfly and speaks to the narrator, tearing away layers of insensitivity and clearing the frost from the narrator's heart. The sage then frees the butterfly, letting it fly to safety. He tells the narrator "No two souls can be satisfied at one time... Do what makes you happy... And the world will return thy smile." The sage then closes his eyes and continues his meditation, leaving the narrator with

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    On the banks of the Ganges River, the narrator encounters a sage meditating. The narrator observes the sage's weathered face and notices a butterfly trapped in a spider's web next to the sage, counting its final breaths. When the sage opens his eyes, he gazes at the trapped butterfly and speaks to the narrator, tearing away layers of insensitivity and clearing the frost from the narrator's heart. The sage then frees the butterfly, letting it fly to safety. He tells the narrator "No two souls can be satisfied at one time... Do what makes you happy... And the world will return thy smile." The sage then closes his eyes and continues his meditation, leaving the narrator with

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    On the banks of the Ganges River, the narrator encounters a sage meditating. The narrator observes the sage's weathered face and notices a butterfly trapped in a spider's web next to the sage, counting its final breaths. When the sage opens his eyes, he gazes at the trapped butterfly and speaks to the narrator, tearing away layers of insensitivity and clearing the frost from the narrator's heart. The sage then frees the butterfly, letting it fly to safety. He tells the narrator "No two souls can be satisfied at one time... Do what makes you happy... And the world will return thy smile." The sage then closes his eyes and continues his meditation, leaving the narrator with

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    POEM 02 - The sage on the banks of river Ganges

    On the banks of river Ganges


    As I stood alone
    Discontented, disappointed, unhappy,
    With my own self, or life, confused
    Trying to answer, the unanswered questions
    Of my being, and at the same time
    Watching the sun,
    Take a dip in its holy waters
    The boatmen, anchoring their boats to the shore
    Feriwalas, walking briskly past the chaotic maze of people,
    Trying to attract their attention
    And natives gathering at the GHATS, for
    The evening AARTI, amidst the distant sound
    Of the temple bells
    A sage, long hairs and a beard,
    That covered his bare chest
    Lost deep in meditation, oblivious
    Of his earthly existence, wedged my interest and
    Curiosity, a basic human instinct, dragged
    Me to the place, where
    He sat, undisturbed by me, and for him
    My worldly presence remained unnoticed
    As I rested myself, inches away
    From his material body, I examined

    His face, like a rigid terrain, to describe


    Unsymmetrical, in every aspect
    Yet holding an aura
    Of purity and divinity
    Like a river cutting through
    The Mountains, forcefully yet
    Serene and calm, within
    And next to him
    On an old wooden plank, a butterfly
    Lay tangled, in a spiders web
    Counting, probably, her last breath
    Alas! What an irony
    A life, set to end, where
    The search for its meaning begins
    Moments of my restless patience, paved way
    And the sage opened his eyes, slowly
    Fixing his gaze, to a creature,
    Who holds, No known relation with spirituality
    Yet, today finds himself, beneath its
    Dissolving shadow, ironically
    Clear thy doubts, the sage spoke
    And I doubted what to ask?
    In his husky voice, but a gentle tone, he continued,
    Looking straight at me, his deep brown eyes,
    Tearing apart my layers of insensitivities, clearing
    The frost that engulfed my ignorant heart

    Life is full of questions answered unanswered


    And its our quest for the answers, that
    We travel to the unknown, meeting the strange and the unfamiliar
    Still silent, as nothing to speak
    I fixed my stare once again, at the web and the butterfly, fighting
    Her last chance to survive, and to free herself, from the shackles of death
    And as if, knowing
    My question impulsively, he held the butterfly
    From her wings, freed it, much to the dismay of the hungry
    And let her fly to safety, smiling
    Satisfaction reflected from his face, said he
    No two souls can be satisfied at one time
    Do what makes you happy
    And the world will return thy smile
    And once again, closing his eyes, in yet another MUDRA of thought
    He continued his quest for the unknown destination
    Leaving me behind, with an answer
    That solved my every question.

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