The steps cries for desire.
The ultimate is ultra-Protected.
The turmoil started with a coil inside.
The being-ness and nonbeing-ness subjugate in sublimity.
The silence keeps a folded hand before that 'Supreme'.
Hey the Saviour!
Annoyance is just,
When the heart goes beating.
Eons was the time spent,
And thy seeing mismatches mine.
How fast is thy chariot 'The light',
Which never stops at my door.
Sullen, sunken I sleep in thy wait.
Thunder beholds thy awakening,
And 'life' count its days.
Attachment gone, Bliss regained.
The boldness gets beaten up in wakefullness,
Even time never negates the HAPPENINGS.
All my plurality merges at thy Singularity.
Futile can't be thy gift, called life.
Whose steps cries for desire!
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