Vivekananda  silently

Silently i pray

he reached me when, 

he preached me what , 

how, where, and why 

I do not know, 

but

unasked like rain from sky , 

unanticipated like a thunder from cloud

the tiny book, in my pocket

thus spake , who ,in my heart

a lion, brave in ochre robes

a saint , with a stick that does not hit

with closed eyes, seeing the universe

with words , swaying the worlds

here is a man living short, 

staying for ever

his words are live, 

he stays in words