Along with my mind I always feel,
To bring one abstract I have a zeal.
Wheel of your time sings with day,
Hearing this further I find my way.
Say you oh father you like to word,
In your song in cheer sure flies bird.
Third eye opens up with sense new,
Your nice art I see at morning dew.
Few lines few words in love you tell,
By your grace every spirit does dwell.
Hell becomes heaven by your touch,
This universe remains in your clutch.
Much I feel you father come to guide,
Thesis is big volume, abstract is inside.
Widely I have covered true scripture,
Your guidance gives me ever a picture.
Giver you are oh father, wisdom I hold,
Adoring you here again hands I do fold.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,12 July 2015. All rights reserved.

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