SANGHITA, A SONG CELESTIAL

Among the unnumbered faces that frequent my vision, this little girl stands out in her pristine purity and her Vidya-sanskar. And, yet, theirs are but brief visitations to this terrestrial plane to mop up unfinished work whence on fruition they fly to their celestial abode. The life lived so short surpasses more enduring stay in sublimity of expression, in innocence of being and in the endearing attribute that binds all in a surfeit of soulful love given and an ethereal aura abiding that decades hence men recall the wispy dreams they had dreamed in her presence. Sanghita, true to her name, binds all who knew her and all who are getting to know in a common bond of spiritual love and, thus, even in her physical absence she holds all in familial feeling, in a fraternal identity, and, so, renders unto humanity a service spiritual which men in flesh and form fail to achieve. My veneration for the father who ever brings her to the fore for us, lesser mortals, to bathe in the Ganga of her vibrations ever so often every time the moon passes in her heavenly orb. And Sanghita then sings her song celestial thrilling the fibre of her father's being to its very essence where resides she at one with the Mother who brought her into being.