Hark, O my dear friend! Doing anything, in a haste, for your petty personal pleasure,
Going blindly and savagely against one's holy, sublime and heavenly wishes,
Compels you, one day or the other, to repent and lament bitterly at leisure,
For, a devil, who deviates, ever goes to a hell, while a Saint gets blessed with Blisses!
Hark, O my enlightened friend! Where do you feel, in God's subtle creation, lies Heaven?
To me, it's never found in seclusion, illusion, detachment, desolation or self inflicted pain,
It's conceived where rest two 'Sacred Souls' resting the rest, mingling into a numinous one,
Where they savour the Panacea of supra mundane Love that leads them to a celestial Salvation!
Hark, O my sagacious friend! Let's accept the ethereal embrace of this inseparable water to advance,
And attain our final fulfilment as does a Lotus leaf in the mundane pond of Earth,
Which is, undoubtedly, one of the best Teachers for the pursuers of Deliverance,
For, It never deserts Its Divine Qualities even in the company of the material mirth,
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 19.03.20
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