In the silences of the mind, where stillness holds sway,
Someone reads your words, like diligent birds at play.
Guiding with zest, a guru's path unswayed,
Seeds sown for an unknown tomorrow, destiny's cascade.
A new tide arrives, bearing tidings that matter little,
Prabhath's quest for the Rest, unraveled, presented on a platter.
In the essence sought, at Venkatesa's behest,
A journey unfolds, pursuing no fixed crest.
SV Prabhath
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