Madhavendra was a holy man
Definitely not a regular layman
He carried the title of brahmin
Perhaps he can be called a shaman
For when he reached a sacred hill
He felt a very tingling thrill
A trance had overtaken him
A genuine shaking in every limb
After a bath by the lake
He went to take a break
Beneath a tree he went to rest
Somewhere near a high bird’s nest
A young boy suddenly turned up
And woke the monk somewhat
He brought him something hot
It was milk in a rustic clay pot
“I brought you s