Whom to say what i am,
What my heart feels.
What my soul experience's,
What my eyes watche's.
Whom to share
My innocent cries,
Those heartfull tries,
With whom, whom shall I.
How shall I share,
That hidden beauty,
Beauty the unravished one.
Oh Swamy! how.
Those drowning lives,
That burning purity,
Purity by birth,
But not now.
Not the Birth,
Not the death,
Not the moksha,
Nothing at all.
How to share,
With whom to share,
What I feel,
What I see.
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