Words will give and fill all and tell all...
God Bless you...
My heart, not a market,
Yet sings with wings of sonnet;
Breaking the silence of the morn!
I enter to purchase the glory, and gone lorn;
Which is to be witnessed,
O I need peace, cried a child;
Then I entered into an ashram of asslyum!
Where I cried not, sat to sate my love of abyss realm;
Atlast in the corner of my life,
With empty hand, I blessed the blazed Lord;
Who dowers all, fill my will, and tell me to spell,
With withal! I hail thy glory... will dwell in all, and all will be well.
Copyright @ 2006 N.KARTHIKEYAN OSHO
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Poetry by Nagamuthu Osho
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Written on 2006-10-01 at 11:26
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God Bless you...
Soft shaft of words...
My heart, not a market,
Yet sings with wings of sonnet;
Breaking the silence of the morn!
I enter to purchase the glory, and gone lorn;
Which is to be witnessed,
O I need peace, cried a child;
Then I entered into an ashram of asslyum!
Where I cried not, sat to sate my love of abyss realm;
Atlast in the corner of my life,
With empty hand, I blessed the blazed Lord;
Who dowers all, fill my will, and tell me to spell,
With withal! I hail thy glory... will dwell in all, and all will be well.
Copyright @ 2006 N.KARTHIKEYAN OSHO
Website: www.authorsden.com/nagamuthukosho
Poetry by Nagamuthu Osho
Read 596 times
Written on 2006-10-01 at 11:26
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