The one string of Ektara
the Baul plays in reverence,
with his index finger in place:
the strain of his devotion
reaching miles and hence,
losing oneself in His name.
The seeker of truth
as he calls himself,
to dwell in His love,
union with the eternal Beloved.
The lanes he set his feet on,
the woods he traversed,
lives he touched with
his music and laughter.
His declarations of life
won many a hearts;
his enchanting folklore,
the soul-stirring songs,
piqued by occurrences,
are all but offerings to his Lord.
By Nandini Sengupta
@metaphors_of_life