The Healing Balm Poem by Dr. Madan Gandhi

The Healing Balm



My luminary, my sun
my light when darkness sets in
my lodestar when buffeted by sea tide

In life’s swirling gloom
morning star of hope
in wasted land love in bloom

In the night of dark despair
my dream bud of hope
chiming dawn of happy cheer

When every where around
chaos of deafening sounds
my harmony, my anchor

Yours the face of my lucky charm
to my wounded soul, the healing balm
your footfall sends in me waves of thrill.
(Yayati)

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Dr. Madan Gandhi

Dr. Madan Gandhi

Lahore, India
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