Adwaita by Tehmi (Click for RY Deshpande's and Sri Aurobindo's comments.)

Who touched me? Shapes of music whisper
Of lonely memories which pass
Across the spirit’s stillness, murmuring
“All flesh is grass.”

Who touched me? Shapes of music answer,
“A wandering world-lost melody
Passed out into the wild night, saying,
‘My soul is free.’ “

Where music spun its strange, fine soul-webs,
Turning each though to song of dew,
Who touched me in the darkness, saying,
“But who are you?”