Oh that pain for which I have had searched for ages, the relief
An unknown grief much greater than all sorrow of the world
The tears pour out for reason unknown on the sight all that is blissful and complete
Am I the child the lost in the chaos of the World?
Crying and longing to get hold of my lost parents!
What benevolence would have been showered on this pity self?
Here has come the arm that beholds and sweeps away the tears!
The lap whose warmth I have been seeking for ages!
Oh Mother! At last I have found you!
Here goes my journey unto you in the path where this drops connects another drop and so on…
Here gains the momentum… The drops becomes the river that hurries itself to attain your abode
Where from I never lose You forever...
Ever swirling in the Joy of Your Love!
Friday, January 19, 2007
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