# Bliss Poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
# Bliss
BLISS....
man's seventh sense it is
BLISS....
man's compassion provokes it
BLISS....
is compassion's birth and brain
is compassion's mirth and strain
BLISS....
would keep man as man
would make a god out of him
BLISS....
is compassion's natural source
is compassion's spring from within
BLISS...
if man does not experience that
man is dead in soul..no doubt
bliss our whole being... a very wisdom write, Sam... shares fruitful lessons... food for our soul...inspiring nice ideas in nice lines... carved with divine aura... 10+++ lovelots, Maia
'Is compassion's birth and brain is compassion's mirth and strain' Rachel Ann Butler
It is our duty to be happy, as like you write we have happiness inside. Bob
Ah - even the title invokes the warmth and meaning of the subject chosen Sam.... this is a true summary of the most neglected of our senses - - wishing you all the best of bliss available - for a fine write....10 + ++ From Fay......
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4/16/2024 10:03:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Every living soul is struggling for this Bliss only at the end. Good.