A short poem written on the passing away of Swami- one of those mighty rivers that cross our path but once in a long, long while.
Empires rose then dissolved,
their conflicts unresolved.
Civilizations shone and faded away,
Thus it was and thus it will stay.
While mighty rivers that once gave life,
breathed their last, last night;
The traveller, busy in his quest,
left his thirst unquenched.
Posted by Lom Harshni Chauhan
Alumnus, Anantapur Campus, 1991-94