Remaining in a fine thread of love
I am catching sound of Earth then.
Pain I do not have at all I am happy
Every obstacle I bear and I tolerate
Winter comes summer comes to give
Cold or hot I face ever eagerly I rate.
Hate I do not, every creature I love
I do not fear at all anybody I judge
I do not tremble calamities come go
To adjust, I fly out of body I budge.
Highest point I want to touch in life
Who does call is Divine from back
Ever ready I am to go with God sure
Pure mind tells me ready is my pack.
© Pintu Mahakul,1 November 2016. All rights reserved.

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