Is either the floor or the door
And do not decide either
A house is like a roof or window
Nor ask the beams and pillars
If they know how a house look like
As they too could not break
And go away far to take a snapshot
Of the whole of which they are proud
And an inseparable part
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Won’t go and burn in the fire of hellinstead that mortal will have to reborn againWith feet of four or no foot at allBut to my surprise in this worldThe population keeps increasingThough the crime rate is too highSucking off the poets’ favorite theoryOf past life, rebirth and incarnation.
Say with me standing and raising your both hands
Our Lord sees the unseen and knows the unknownsAnd He is there to crush the falsity with the strike of truthAs falsehood can’t create anything nor can it returnSo tell everyone the truth of all truths the Absolute has come.
Sometimes I wonder
So much waterTo quench so much thirstAnd kindles so much fireWithin its little spaceHow it managesTo keep so many desiresHow does love becomeBottomless within its tinyRoom how does it holdSo much joy and bearSo much sadnessI marvel at its heightWhen it inflatesWith the prideThat I am the ownerOf this tiny organBean- shaped and bean- sized
One day that day I see
To see, to look at, to appreciateTo get the meaningTo reach at the bottom of truthWhere all the shallowness buried deepWhere only depth reigns inside over surfaceOne day that day I seeThere would be no one wayTo measure success, to identify goodnessAll the doors of light would be kept open and wideIt would be up…
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Bit by bit I build my life
Where I can put my head in restLay down my soul in peaceNeither has it become a calculationThough I keep adding and subtractingTill date I did the sum forty timesNowhere have I seen any perfectionNor any proper displacement of it has been seenOnly it keeps revolving aroundLike a true buffoon