Words falter,
hazy, blurred expressions,
havering in our minds,
and underneath this veil,
clarity and passion, with prayers.
Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Sometimes renewal arrives softly, one tender green shoot at a time. Rain reclaims forest, those dusty summer-scorched leaves. Tender greens ...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.