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...

Thursday, May 7, 2020

Budhdham Sharnam Gachchami

With wobbly feet going astray,
adrift in illusory realms,
where savage darkness overwhelms,
hackneyed, we seeketh the right way;
We delve within, souls, we assay.
Byways, like muddled labyrinth,
unravelled slowly, placed on plinth.
The tangled branches of desires,
we free our hearts from such quagmires.
Peace within, sanctified pathway.



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