Singing with love,
'O bound of fond joy to move;
I love to bring the silence unknown,
'O bound of fond joy to move;
I love to bring the silence unknown,
Where the isolation gets separation and got drown;
It is the gathering of garland,
Full of fragrance with solace rememberance,
Haunting and hearing my singing, dancing on the sand;
To cross the shore beyond the threshold, for thine union of eternal enterance.
Copyright @ 2006 N.KARTHIKEYAN OSHO
Website:www.nkosho.com
Poetry by Nagamuthu Osho
Read 881 times
Written on 2006-11-16 at 11:11
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
'O bound of fond joy to move;
I love to bring the silence unknown,
Singing for solace
Singing with love,'O bound of fond joy to move;
I love to bring the silence unknown,
Where the isolation gets separation and got drown;
It is the gathering of garland,
Full of fragrance with solace rememberance,
Haunting and hearing my singing, dancing on the sand;
To cross the shore beyond the threshold, for thine union of eternal enterance.
Copyright @ 2006 N.KARTHIKEYAN OSHO
Website:www.nkosho.com
Poetry by Nagamuthu Osho
Read 881 times
Written on 2006-11-16 at 11:11
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
Saga |
|
Kathy Lockhart |
