life is mystic
Life-a word of four letters
a quest runs in four corners
found diverse in four seasons
yet unsolved since four Yugas
Not appears gruelling but
none can define it truly
no way but confronting as
nothing remains forever
Dark clouds of grief dispersed by
the rapturous new sunshine
heat waves of arduous times
solaced by the cool raindrops
Age takes away steadily
one's power and charisma
the ultimate turn to Him
fills the heart with sublime joy
PLACE: 3rd
Copyright © Patri Venkata Ramana | Year Posted 2024
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