And again the trickling of holy bells,
Overwhelms my discomforted heart,
Step by step, I proceeded towards the great soul,
Knitting the bonds of relations, floating apart.
Thousands of your disciples and lovers,
Pushing and rushing to be first,
Losing patience, ignoring the person begging,
Disguising, I gazed for the fake lust.
I stood there for the quest of love and peace,
My conscience filled with remotest ease part,
I closed my eyes and muttered your name;
Tears rolled down as I found you inside my heart.
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