At Sringeri Sankara knew, br His mother’s days were few. br To fulfill his promise to her, br He came running to see her. br br She saw her loving son br Who was different then. br His face was more divine, br And was shining like the sun. br br After years of separation, br It was a pleasant union br Of two souls, mother and son, br Who became speechless then. br br She breathed her last. br It was a peaceful moment. br Her head was on his lap. br None came there for help br br A sanyasi had no rights br To perform funeral rites. br Neighbours opposed his action. br But he overruled their objection. br br To the backyard garden, br He took her body alone br And placed it on the pyre. br Soon it was burnt in fire. br br Thus he fulfilled his promise. br More than the usual rituals br He gave importance to the truth br And love for their worth. br br No wonder if his name br Reached the height of fame, br For he treated everyone br As part of the whole divine. br br What cannot be done br In hundred years by one, br He did in thirty two years, br Patiently with all cheers.