161.Sermon Of My Being Poem by rajagopal haran

Watching the course of you lonely star
Stationary forever as long as I sat
You started moving as I began to walk
Seeing you running I geared up my pace!
Benign was thy solitude embraced by silence
I could hardly notice the rest of the world
Tired of my pursuits I yearn for you
Thick blood dripping from corners of my heart
And sweat flushing hard the self-bruised bosom
I cry often when it is fashionable to laugh
I am hung over, hair down in my eyes
My grief fell flat in the abyss of thy glance
As mules plodding through the mud
I trudge heavily my daily chores!
Heard a noise from the distant land
Noble though feeble thy venerable voice
You deny the tale of the Mother you love
Life afford no higher pleasure
Than surmounting blocks from stage to stage
Unable to cross the negation of love
Rooted heavily within your noble self
My death may solve the mysterious sum!


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