Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

With Thee, towards the shore

Thee, our truest friend,
pour the showers of your light,
in dark chasms of heart.
We falter, you redeem us.
O! With Thee, towards the shores.

Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma. 



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Linking with Blogging from A to Z April challenge

Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 

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