spiritual seeker

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spiritual seeker Poems

1. Little Trickles Of Water 6/23/2011
2. Let There Be Nobody To Cry 6/24/2011
3. Loving You My Wife 6/24/2011
4. Sister Death 6/25/2011
5. Life Light 6/25/2011
6. Pearls Of Wisdom 6/25/2011
7. Old Man In A Small Road-Side Temple 6/26/2011
8. When Night Comes To Visit 7/2/2011
9. Snow Fall In The Moonlight 7/16/2011
10. Man In The Street 7/17/2011
11. Unshackled 7/17/2011
12. Run Run Little Crab 6/25/2011
13. Mist In The Early Morning 7/21/2011
14. Tell Me Mountain 7/23/2011
15. Gokak Falls 7/23/2011
16. Where Have The Cranes Gone? 7/19/2011
17. When Life Is On The Edge 7/20/2011
18. Me, Mira And The Beach 7/24/2011
19. Invisible Hunter 7/27/2011
20. Painting The Wide Open Blue Sky 7/27/2011
21. Rich And Poor 7/27/2011
22. Mother 7/27/2011
23. Hidden 7/31/2011
24. India 8/2/2011
25. Candle Burning In The Late Night 8/2/2011
26. Reflections 8/2/2011
27. Hidden Chambers 8/3/2011
28. It Doesn'T Matter 8/3/2011
29. Where The Two Oceans Meet 7/26/2011
30. My Forest 7/24/2011
31. Life On The Open Street. 7/26/2011
32. Red Hot Desert 8/8/2011
33. Voice Of The People 8/8/2011
34. Living 8/9/2011
35. Harmony 8/13/2011
36. Ramadhan-Haiku 8/13/2011
37. Under Shades Of Trees-Haiku 8/13/2011
38. Masses Together 8/13/2011
39. Rainbow 9/20/2011
40. The Moon 9/20/2011
Best Poem of spiritual seeker

There Is No Honour Among Thieves And...

Among thieves and murderers,
There is no honour among them,
They plunder and kill,
lied behind their smiles,
pretend and talked a smooth talk,
and even turn on their own.
Some are fools, and they dance when their master say dance,
But many nowadays, they come as presidents and ministers…
Pretending to be your most understanding and helping friends,
But they come only to steal your wealth,
To enslave you!
So beware!

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Wise Words

Wise words are like fresh sweet water,
It's source from the pure white snow in the distant mountains..
That have stood over nature's temper,
battered by the howling winds over centuries.
This pure water, sooths the soul and rise it way above clouds,
It causes dry desert to sprout with flowers abundance,
And gently shape the hardest rock and ground.
It's spray, cool the earth and douse the heat of flame.
It nourishes throughout centuries,

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