Bhagwa
The Sun has risen at dusk.
The Monk with the wrinkles,
holds My Beliefs aloft,
tranquillity breezes in,
soothes my nerves.
I was a relic, a past,
but now, I have surged up
like a tide in the Ocean
and, I announce
Bhagwa I breathe
Bhagwa I breathe
Bhagwa I breathe
Bhagwa – my existence.
