
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