In the realm of illusion, he made his escape,
Leaving troubles behind, his spirit did reshape.
Unborn, they believed, his presence just a mirage,
A witness like a king, his aura a camouflage.
He's the formless Self, spinning the universe,
Transcendental, eternal, beyond the curse.
Meditate on the purity, the enlightened state,
Knowing I am Brahman, freeing from fate.
**Chitpavan Brahmins**Anti Brahmins Roit 1948
Soon, the anti-Brahmin wave spread to the whole of Maharashtra. The homes of Chitpavan Brahmins were systematically identified, their women were raped, men were killed and then the houses were burnt.
