THE DIVINE SOUND
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.
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