Polluted, disturbing, volatile
forces that haunt
the internet, cinemas, and culture
disrupt and turn
our attention apart from
You Resplendent One
I have garbed myself in
the emerald cooling dress
of Nature
Her jeweled palette offers
sustaining, calming
foods and drinks
I sit near a translucent,
gurgling stream
and chant Hari's name
I hear His name in the
gushing currents
whistling through
branches of trees
Sun's scintillating rays
emblazon:
Hari Hari Hari
Now the auroreal, gleaming
galactic door to
Your illustrious presence
doesn't seem so distant
O Hari!
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