THE UNSEEN DESTINATION
faithfulness, as usual artifice, it's
same erosion on the wet
land of brink, again
call to sailor of
mid stream,
life had
never the liberation except the touch
of your blessing hands, here all
the rivers fall into the estuary,
the ocean of divine charm,
never chooses the flow
on basis of sanctity,
on that unseen
levee every
body has the equal attribution, then
why several tunnels to go through,
near the amazing light beam,
I often think for that, when
nothing is discrete
among us then
why world
asks
the identification of my existence - -
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