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Village bus stop



Sun is shining bright

Nothing is on sight 

No mode of travel

All you see is gravel

No clock anywhere

No horn to blare

Somehow they know 

As though told by crow


Bus is about to roll

Bus stop then blooms 

Flower lady pops up

Chai wala crops up

Snack tray wheels in

Sellers all heel in

Exchange of goods 

All within the woods


World wakes up for the waker

Just as the bus stop faker

World sleeps just like a gleam

To create a new world in the dream

Universe exist only as a Mithyā

Brahman is the only Satyā 

Path is nicely shown

One is released when known


Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji Laghu Vakya Vritti -8

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