Atman is

Of hers.A huge photographOf hersOvershadowing.And I walking downThe streetUnder the shadow of.Overlooking usAnd I going by,Passingthrough.I thinking about,FeelingAnd going.Nirbhaya,Fearless, without fear,Why to fear!O distressed soul,Why to look morbid,Death cannot kill you!

A smaller I of the Greater You,i, I, You, You,I, I,Not You,I just a part of You.The Soul and the Supreme Soul,The connection between the two,The Soul and the Oversoul,The bond unbreakableAnd lo, I seeing YouWithin itself!

But a small man,A very small manJust like you.

How the concept of it?Is to be modern to be frank, bold and up-to-date?Is to be modern to look handsome or beautiful?

A lamp of hope and joyKeeping up the promisesAs everAs made and promised before,Let there be light and there was light.

Let that tomorrow comeWhen I shall introduce to you myself.Mybe it that they will introdce meWhen I shall not be hereAnd sorry to say it, I could not it myself.Let us go now,Tomorrow I shall say it and that too if possible on my part.