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shame 2 - ANSWER FROM THE GOD
I know son why you desperately waiting for me to come.
I can come upon the noon-tide and took you where you want.
Put you in the bed of soft feather,
Sing a song to unfold your tiny eyes.
But son, your soul will die thousand times
To glance the feet of your own soil,
Whine like a child, to feel the ethereal beauty of mine.
So son, kindle the light of a hope in order to burn
Touch not the sorrow and revivify the passion you want.
Belive Me Son,
The smear you are holding on
Will be soon evade by our own virtue
Shone the shrine in the innermost heart.
Feel the presence of you in this vast universe;
and walk a steep ahead to feel the vibes of literal freedom..
poem
by
Shraman bajracharya
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