Peace is the sure and pure route,
Where one will dwell, becomes free and absolute.
Is scarce, and sacred, and brace the breeze,
It extols the extacy, which grows with faith;
Which becomes boon and bloom all it's petals with lilt,
Of immortal and immaculate songs, will fill the hollow heart,
Ave! Lord and ford endows the silence and e'er sings, Thou Art!
Copyright @ 2006 Nagamuthu Karthikeyan Osho
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Poetry by Nagamuthu Osho
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Written on 2006-09-09 at 09:18
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Where one will dwell, becomes free and absolute.
Poetry of peace
Poetry of pure, profound, profuse with sheer peaceIs scarce, and sacred, and brace the breeze,
It extols the extacy, which grows with faith;
Which becomes boon and bloom all it's petals with lilt,
Of immortal and immaculate songs, will fill the hollow heart,
Ave! Lord and ford endows the silence and e'er sings, Thou Art!
Copyright @ 2006 Nagamuthu Karthikeyan Osho
www.poetrypoem.com/nkarthikeyanosho
Poetry by Nagamuthu Osho
Read 726 times
Written on 2006-09-09 at 09:18
Tags Happiness
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