Anna Hazare

i salute anna
i salute akka
i salute bhaarath
akkamahadevi discarded clothes even, legend says, god grew hair to cover her body
She Sang:
For hunger, there is the village rice in the begging bowl,
For thirst, there are tanks and streams and wells
For sleep temple ruins do well
For the company of the soul I have you, Chenna Mallikarjuna

Anna Hazare's possessions: A plate, a bed