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Enlightened Tribe

He, the magical mysterious cosmic cosmopolitan,

Humble and loving emperor of the universe

Lived nowhere near the river Ganges nor in Vatican

No signs of him even in remote sky high Lhasa

He was not the one decorated in long shiny silk gown,

Nor the messiah with the glowing golden crown

Discovered no one under the holy marble arch

Ever and evermore the tired tribe strolled in his search

From Mumbai to Chennai as they caught a train

A beggar standing on the platform in Poona

Peaking inside “Om Shanti”, he soberly muttered

“He, Universal Peace, we found”; like children they cried

Raj Gaonkar, April 25, 2012

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