An irrepairable emotion
Uncontrollable leaps of joy
An aim seems closer
The strenuous path crossed.
My Lord was here
And I am now.
Midst crowds of hundreds
But for me He danced yet again
Pulling my life towards him
And purging my reluctant self
An art form concieves our bond
And also finalises it.
Ushering me to Your shrine
Where serinity enthrawls me
Amidst purposeless talks.
3 comments:
Definitely original but am still not sure if I understand it. Perhaps the other poems made a lot of sense and therefore this 'unusual' one took me by surprise. Or maybe like a lot PF songs, the meaning will come to me :-)
need some differnt time - apart from the daily race to understand it.
But neways..it is just suparb!!!
keep it up...
wannna read the next one.
very good!!
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