Presently Tukaram enters. He is in an amorous mood and is seen engaged in a lively talk with his first wife. With her permission he leaves to join in the 'border crossing ceremony' known as ' Shilangan '

Tukaram returns from' Shilangan ' while his two wives are happily engaged in a dance, descriptive of Dasara. They welcome him with loving affection and wave the sacred lamp around his head. So you see here Tukaram, a happy husband concerned with flattering the vanity of his wives.

The wheel of Time keeps on revolving. Seasons come and go. But where is the monsoon????

The dark cloud of famine and starvation overhangs Dehu. You see thirsty women engaged in wailing and loud lament,
tions, praying piteously for the rains.

You now see Tukaram plagued with a thousand worries and agonies. There is no food to eat, nota drop of water to drink. Business has gone to rack and ruin and the creditors dog the steps.

And then enters the slurp-tongued Awali. She storms at her husband and raves vehemently for letting the children starve. How shall she face the creditors? Poor Tukaram is utterly helpless. And then comes a maid to break the news of Lakshmi's tragic death. A wave of dark despair sweeps across the heart of Tukaram. Life, to him, seems an empty shell, a cruel jest.. Sick of life and things, he decides to go to Bhamagiri, where he would spend his days in quiet contemplalation. The piteous wailing and imploring of Awali is of no avail and Tukaram, a perfect picture of misery and disillusionment, starts for Bhamagiri.

There enters Rameshwar Bhat yellow with jealousy. He gets the village people together and tells them that merchant like Tukaram has no right to compose poetry. There is no religious sanction behind it. So decision is taken to take all his abhangas to Indrayani to be destroyed there in the water. Tukaram prays to God soliciting His Help in averting this destruction.

Tukaram and his wife Awali, seized with deep depress are seen as undergoing a fast.

Presently a few pilgrim-women arrive and try to console them. They say,
"Why do you worry? Your poetry is imperishable. They may destroy your note-books; they cannot destroy your imaginative faculty. Your abhangas have already got rooted into the social soil; they know no death. "

But Tukaram remains unimpressed by this consolatory effort.

Suddenly the atmosphere is alive with bustle and song. The river Indrayani appears in human form. She has come with the note-books containing Tukaram's abhangas.

She says" Sir, I feel greatly honoured that your poems were offered to me. Hear they are. Please do accept them. "

Tukaram's joy knows no bounds. With grateful thanks he takes back the priceless treasure.