ForkWordPoems by Inchiki |
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Overheard in a TempleThe voyage is joyful That takes me to you But how heavy is the creaking world With its burnt trails and homesickness By the time death comes How else can we hold back our tears? My breath is sore from the deceits I speak and live My heart is burnt from false desires I hear your name and it is like a distant bird call I hear your words and it is like cold water thrown in my face Oh that my empty heart would bless The sage in me as it ought to do. Why cannot my river-mind flow steady Not with junk trivia but great praises? Who am I to care about this world? And where is he whom praises deserve? Shiva! Several times I have burnt my poems for you Still I await the touch of your grace in my heart Won't you reduce my tears to smoke? How else can there be peace in the cacophony of this world? |
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