Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
Thirsty songbird sings.
Like parched leafage of autumn,
waiting for Thy grace.
Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.