Writing on the slate: The Wind
Whose love throbs the burning heart
Melting the love to drench the Divine
In whose veins the Divine runs!
Unknown, unknown thy call
Closer and closer the wait vanishes
In whose womb worthier
The shelter gets defined
Galloping, galloping
I keep my feets off the ground
Knowing not..
But it is to go on… go on… !!!
Hari Om
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