Treasure Island

DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK


See Sai In Moon (Sai Meaning Supreme Soul- The Almighty)


Moon, Moon, Moon;
Come, see Sai in moon
In stars filled bright sky
Winter just settling in
Little stars, twinkle stars beaming
Lifeless, heartless as they look like
Running around, queuing up restless
Suddenly bubbling with energy
To catch a glimpse of Him, the light of universe
Resting in moon, ivory lady's land
At last saw Him in moon
Smiling, caring, calling, radiating
Like a Sun shining in moon
Back to their places blessed
To twinkle and amuse the curiosity of souls divine
Moon, Moon, Moon
Come, see Sai in moon divine......

Submitted: Saturday, January 11, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 11, 2014

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