Oh One Soul !

(c) Shilpa Sandesh


The turmoil within
This turbulent heart,
Filled with pangs,
Which she is
Unable to understand;

The Souls she meets,
And the ones she's come across
The ones she is glad
To have met,
And the ones knowing whom
She still regrets;

She sees Your arms,
Open wide,
For that divine embrace,
And the One Spirit's sight,
Let her tempestuous self
Be at peace,
Her volatile mind,
Be brought to ease.








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Spoken Wordsmith said…
a very good read...
11 April 2015 at 22:07
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