Far from the maddening crowd,
Here is a man
Making rare inroads into life.
Far from the din of the world,
Here is a loving heart
Whispering universal brotherhood.
Far in the silent woods
He leads a peaceful life.
To the beckoning heart of nature
He lends a consoling hand.
And his monkeys and squirrels,
Winged and gilled clan is blest.
In the warmth of supreme love
He feeds them rice and grains.
And he spends his treasure,
Tailed and winged clique is safe.
And through their silent eyes
He sees the expressions of god.
Blest is his soul-he serves his heart
And where are our springs? very much torn apart.
Ravi Panamanna
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