Inter(ned) Faith by Professor A.L.I.
Thomas Munro had a vision of Raghavendra Swami,
Just as I had a dream of my own Samadhi,
For a piece of my heart is buried deep in Shirdi,
And another is covered by Karbala’s sands barely,
And the other vital organs are scattered beyond,
Amongst constellations like Trisanku body parts.
Put together like the rivers that flow unto sea,
The source is the same, this path is for me.
My ablution, an abhishekam performed with water,
From a well in Samarra, the bloodline of martyrs,
And my pilgrimage to Mecca begins in Sabarimala,
My fasting, a practice learnt from a devout mother,
And charity, in the blind generosity of my father,
And prostration learned by bowing down to elders,
So Islam’s rhythm was nestled in Vedic vessel,
And the cultural practices of traditional Tamils,
This is the complexity that helps to form me,
Yet ignoramuses like our president cannot see,
That Islam is everywhere, from the cycles of seeds,
To the circumambulation of atoms in the deepest of seas,
To banish this is to banish self, the essence is peace,
To war with oneself is the sickest disease.