Poetry of pure, profound, profuse with sheer peace
Is scarce, and sacred, and brace the breeze,
It extols the extacy, which grows with faith;
Which becomes boon and bloom all it’s petals with lilt,
Of immortal and immaculate songs, will fill the hollow heart,
Ave! Lord and ford endows the silence and e’er sings, Thou Art!
Copyright.2006 Nagamuthu Karthikeyan Osho