spiritual seeker Poems

O sleeping souls…
Wake up…
Wake up…
See the break of dawn…
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When it kills indiscriminately,
Fighters and civilians,
Adults and children.
How foolish be their claim?
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It’s so peaceful for this restless heart,
In the day I work and in the cover of night I submit,
My silent whispers,
My silent whispers,
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Close your eyes, see you darkness,
Open your heart, see you an ocean…
Taste this body of water,
It’s salty to mine,
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Sunrise to sunset,
Days in and days out,
Under unforgiving burning sun,
Poor families… men, women and even young children…
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In a village factory,
Women old and young…
Roasting cashew nuts in black rusty barrels,
Faces and sarees darkened in soot,
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Fly my little sparrow fly,
Fly freely as your heart wishes,
See you the garden paradise,
and watch the warm morning sun rise.
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The nights again are for me alone,
To serenade, my heart’s melody..
And the sandal tree in front of my door, my company..
My nightingale has gone to sleep,
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Like a drift wood...
Many years of life travel...
In turbulent dark oceans and calm torquoise sea...
Strangely so, I discovered a part of me...
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When our hearts no more feel,
It is numbed…
When our eyes no more see,
It is blinded…
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