Whilst I drown in murky darkness,
Lost all hopes in a drowsy numbness,
Weary me on a rudderless sail,
Doth ye sang thy notes of Bliss.
‘Hear my voice, fear boy not’,
Out of darkness you blazed at me,
Here in front, path you bloom.
Doth ye sang thy notes of Bliss.
Glean thy sound, saw my way,
Touched Ye Master like a wind,
Feel that nudge, elate my soul,
Doth ye sang, thy notes of Bliss.
Dried in the dawdle craved a drop,
Smile of love, sweet thy hug,
Quenched with nectar, blest unto me,
Doth ye sang, thy notes of Bliss.
Land at last, shore ye stretched,
Clasp of Earth and scent of Maa,
Whence ye cometh to save me aloft,
Doth ye sang, thy notes of Bliss.
Photo: Guru-sishya by Ashok Namdeo Hinge, Abstract Painting, Acrylic on Canvas. Taken from google.com
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