Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Poetry in motion

(866)  Chande bhuvan bhara

With penchant[1] the world is filled;
To beat after beat the lightstream dances.
Engrossed in rhythm You are bewitched,
Drunk with the bliss of Your own Creation.

The rugged-dry desert with green-leafy trees,
Sinful jungle-dwellers who are good per their psyche,
Banners of love and each lustrous moonbeam...
They lose themselves in Your rhythmic beat.

Sweet reminiscence of bygone days
And doleful songs sung on nights of pain,
The grit and endurance this earth sustains...
One and all, Your sweet will pervades.

All-forswearing is the cosmic love of yogiis;
Per Your wish, such people are homeless.

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