On the rocky road of life
You came as a smooth slide.

On the disturbed state of mind
You came as an angel guide.

Scattered were my dreams
You transformed them to streams.

The streams that never go rough
Though life journey may be tough.

When my spirits plunged so low
You scooped them and made me grow.

When I childlike cried those tears
You altered my life’s crude gears.

I thought I am wise and educated
Not knowing the lessons so truncated.

Kamal you lifted me so manifold
With the learning that was untold.

I was a withering bud closed and cold
You fragranced me, turned into a marigold.

When the world seemed forsaken
You came As a Brook  hearken.

When injured lay my heart so sad
Your lessons of karma made me glad.

Those stressful days and nights so wicked
You led my thoughts through one way ticket.

The ticket to destinations far very far
With meditation driven spiritual unseen car.

You told me of the cosmic Vimaan
And poured over me the river of Gnana.

I was religious, or so I ignorantly thought
You glowed the spirituality that lay uncaught.

A wife, A mother, A daughter merely I was
You illuminated within the human that I was.

Having lit up my path of selfless seva karma
You have helped me to find my true dharma.

The dharma that you taught in vivid forms
Svadharma, bhumi dharma and all reforms.

My karmic dharma that lied wrapped safe
You unfolded its ties, and made me brave.

The weekling that I felt I was in timidity
Kamal you made me realize my integrity.

A friend, A mitra, A parent, A guide
My all in one my Guru to you I abide.

Grateful I am that I fell in your lap
To be taught, strengthened and nurtured.

Nurtured by the wisdom of healing et al
Not just to live, but learn also to give.

To give that you are capable of as a being
The seva, compassion filled heart as an offering.

You busted the myths that dragged me down
Of meaningless rituals of the unworthy frown.

The prayers that now seem baseless in light
If I don’t have the love to share and bring delight.

The delight that some have seen yet not
To wipe their misery and fill their empty pot.

The pots that never rose to the brim
For life’s miseries to them maintained grim.

You braved and still keep doing so merrily
Walking the slums, lifting the ugly scums.

The scums of poverty, ignorance, abandon and abuse
You have never shied to help, never did refuse.

My guardian angel, I strive to be you
By following the footsteps paved by you.

May this journey of my soul thus continue
To be filled In Purpose taught lovingly by you.

(Sikiladi considers Kamal Tolia as her spiritual Guru and pays a tribute to her)

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