O how You come
Like a sloka from Heart-
The Deep of the Core,
As if You were destined to bestow more
Upon my filled full satiated me...
O how You become a Garland of blossoms and leaves
As if Peace silent like a splendour You with me tease
And me just falls on my knees to kiss Your wonderous arrive...
O how me You taketh for a calm Faith filled Ride
O how me You turn a beauteous Tide...
And me by Your garland bedecked
Happy Happy State be gets...
And mirth becomes me in True the Deepest,
And joie me be in absolut bluest rest...
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