I prefer solitude to gatherings
peace and tranquillity to gossip and dissent
that is my way.In spite of being so,
I had to participate in a function.
Exasperated, I moved beyond.
Mona, took centre stage.
For once tense, he seemed ill at ease
as if taken up by a malignant spirit
he began his discourse.
The smearing of ash on the forehead.
Mona,
chanted panchakal mantram
panchaprabha mantram
and shadhanga mantram
all in a topsy-turvy.
His lengthy monologue
turned a farce.
It was a mockery
of The Holy Bhasma.
He continues his rant.
It is a ramble of an incoherent mind.
of The Holy Bhasma.
He continues his rant.
It is a ramble of an incoherent mind.
Mona’s sermons,nowadays
make people run away from him.
Oh! poor Mona, what shall we do with you,
to parody scriptures that way.
to parody scriptures that way.
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