Faith is the key
A thirsty dew dropRest on the slanting time leaf
Enclosed by immortal crop
And becomes blind and deaf;
Crying for help
And craving to free herself
Skidding towards the verge
Where death with eternal thirst
Battle with life
And wants to prevail first
But the victory of life depends upon death
What she need is... faith and only faith
Transformation is an eternal process
As dew dropp gets glimpses of truth
Freedom echoes in to her soul
Divine voices vibrate everywhere
And she is ready to go there
Without any fear.
Poetry by Aashish Thakur
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Written on 2006-06-22 at 07:03
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