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One shrine to the next, the hermit can’t stop for breath

One shrine to the next, the hermit can’t stop for breath.
Soul, get this! You should have looked in the mirror.
Going on a pilgrimage is like falling in love
with the greenness of faraway grass.

Book: The Longing in Between: Sacred Poetry from Around the World (A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology)
Translator: Ranjit Hoskote
Categories: Hindu | Poems by Women

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