Mounds of thoughts and feelings
Writhe me to pour them out;
But there is no creative vision
To shape and vent them out.
Let Wednesday come
When I will chat out my feelings
For those nothing to do with them;
As they are out of their sense.
Mine is the feeling
Pure and sacrosanct
Transcending the world of flesh;
Beyond the reach of the physical heart.
Innermost intricacy of my self
Though seems strange to many
Can be realized only by those
Who have the divine sense
And deep sense of spirituality.
Eyes cannot fathom the depth
Of the ocean of feelings
Tides of love and human bonds;
Heart alone with pure thoughts
Can understand the labyrinth of Love.
BHASKARANAND JHA BHASKAR
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