Monday, July 1, 2013

A recluse...just like that...

This green so much shadowy...
This broad daylight so blue...
This feel of being inundated by His song...
These trees so good
O God !
How I just long
To be there...
Forever
In my best-
The trance-
Fully blessed
By Your everlasting benign dressed...

This blue blue of a placid lake
Catching the tranquil sense
Of the sky floated
Like a dream for fifty nine generations waited...

God!
Let me take,
Putting my all at stake,
A recluse,
A refuge...

And let me be
At Your feet
Free...
Free as a seagull white...
Free as a colored kite...
Free...

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