Account of your action tells,
Awake, here time again bells.
On the top of mount you sit,
With meditation soon you fit.
Gift is this life of precious, feel,
By practice once mind you heal.
Time moves we move in circle,
We take birth here to encircle.
Look inside life and feel soon,
We perceive sure father’s boon.
Noon time mount is seen far,
From around area this is star.
We are lucky to reach mount,
To earn virtue is our amount.
Miscount not you all do realize,
Father comes here does idealize.
We have to learn all, no discount,
Now we are on top of the mount.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,14 March 2015. All rights reserved.

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