Think
Think!
Why we follow others?
Still I don’t know!
Those who’re not deserved
To be pursued,
Who have been distorting us
With their tricky principles
From ages, as our friends and masters,
Who’re surfaced from their abyss.
Diverting us from our joy
Into their pleasure.
And why don’t we identify him,
Our beloved insider,
Standing on that rock
In that heat, rain, cold
And strife of his life,
On his knees,
Crying so silently in his heart,
For our deliverance,
With his spirit of love,
And with his voice of spirit,
That will breach into our solid soul,
To liberate us
From us,
Helping us uphill to his place,
Where, we may not see him,
But, of course, our life,
That’s blessed to be our reality,
As it should be,
According to his bill,
And in his terms of our will.
By: R K Chowdary Jasti
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On 21.01.2013@12.17am
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