What I Am
I am alone; all alone hereI have no friends to talk to
No kith and kin of mine
I have no body; hence no pain
I have no mind; hence no tension
I have no heart; hence not hurt.
What I am is very subtle
Beyond the realm of pleasure and pain
Perceiving myself getting dissolved
Into the vast and infinite cosmos,
Though caged in the gross desires
Of love and lust of the world.
Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Poetry by BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR
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Written on 2010-07-01 at 07:12




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