THE DIVINE SOUND
In the land of snow-clad Kailash,
Where the mountains breathe in the sky,
There dwelt a hermit, Narayan,
Whose soul sang where echoes die.
His heart was steeped in silence pure,
His mind a river, vast and wide,
And on the stones where shadows lay,
He heard the voice where gods abide.
One eve, beneath the twilight's veil,
As dusk adorned the world in fire,
Lord Shiva came, the timeless sage,
His dance a breath, his eyes desire.
Narayan knelt, his soul ablaze,
Bathed in the hum of primal sound,
And Shiva spoke with voice of storm,
A whisper wrapped in light profound.
"O seeker of the sky and stone,
Your heart is pure, your purpose vast.
Take now this gift, a sound divine,
To echo through the world so vast."
A conch shell formed within his hand,
Wrought from the breath of cosmic night,
Its curves were forged in fate and flame,
Its call to weave the dark with light.
Narayan bowed, his eyes aflame,
And set his lips to shell’s embrace,
A song erupted, vast and wild,
That tore through time and humbled space.
Wherever hearts were sealed in grief,
Or knotted fast with pride or fear,
The conch sang out and souls awoke,
Awash in love, their burdens clear.
Through towns and fields and burning sands,
Through valleys veiled and cities vast,
The sound wove threads of soul to soul,
Binding the present to the past.
The people gathered where he stood,
And in the song, they found their place,
For sound became a woven spell,
Uniting heart and mind and grace.
And so he walked, the world his path,
With sound that broke all walls apart,
His conch a flame that danced through life,
A bridge of light from heart to heart.
And thus the tale of Narayan rings,
Through every soul that seeks to hear,
That sound can bloom where silence dies,
And heal the world from root to sphere.
The people gathered where he stood,
And in the song, they found their place,
For sound became a woven spell,
Uniting heart and mind and grace.
And so he walked, the world his path,
With sound that broke all walls apart,
His conch a flame that danced through life,
A bridge of light from heart to heart.
And thus the tale of Narayan rings,
Through every soul that seeks to hear,
That sound can bloom where silence dies,
And heal the world from root to sphere.
