I will usurp the gateways of beneign love.
We never think about our shadows of the past.
Everything is a blessing in disguise.
Limits are off the hook.
I dive deep into her ocean of love.
She smears the holy ash and speaks to her trees of wisdom.
We are known by seeds of thoughts born out of nothingness.
Triumphs of love sing the song of success.
I am lost in the absolute oneness with the Lord Krishna.
None demands for something new.
Born to win the wayward vegabonds.
(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,30/07/2022)
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