The rhythm and chant
the hymns sang in a way
took me to a trance
not I understood a single word
yet they held me enraptured
it is a language less known to the world
the rhythm goes into the heart unaware
the feel, the throb and the vibration
makes one sit with thoughts nowhere
it is an unrecognisable penetration
holds you in a sway with a share
be that of a merge with the divine
the language Sanskrit being one of the Gods
Meenas Poems 