He was into intense austerities.
Aspiring for divine grace, so he could compose poems on Dewi.
Poems that would propel people who recite, to ultimate well being.
A gaping docile dumb man was also sitting, at the temple corridor.
Dewi had to respond, to the intensity of austerities.
But she knew - capacity was yet to grow, to receive her grace.
Still, she came over to him - as a woman with, mouthful of chewed tamboola juice.
'Open your mouth', she said with brimming red lips.
He swore, called her a *****, shooed her away.
Being a deity of unreasonable compassion, - Awyaaja Karuna Murti - she walked across to the dumb man. And squirted the gift, into his gaping mouth.
Tamboola juices flowed. Tongue came alive. The dumb broke into verse.
- Shrfi Chandrashekarendra Saraswati, kanchi
