Moksha [freedom From All Clutches]
MOKSHA
Come, pray, lead your soul
To his happier world,
No hide-and-seek game of life and birth
Greed and envy are not the milestones
To guide and reach his palace gates,
Shed blood and tears for other’s good
Purify your heart as milk and the morning dew
Let his grace and mercy take root in you
And his blessings grow as creepers in your soul
And let his love flood your very being
To bring joys of moksha to you and mankind
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