Truth
Brahma, Allah, Jevovah, Vishnu, Ahuramazda, Shiva...
What’s in a name?
A way to identify the same,
Geography, language is mainly to blame
Your glory is such,
Man asks for too much.
Meditation or one pointed concentration is the key ,
But who says there is no fee?
Day to dawn makes no sense,
What does? we call nonsense.
Who am I, and why am I here?
Has just become my greatest fear.
Is justice to be done with the strength in my hands?
Or by sweet words maybe written in the sand?
When will you set me free?
So that I can be with thee.
How am I to live in bliss?
When I stop myself from giving all a kiss.
Why do I write I do not know?
It is only ink on paper to show.
Copyright © Mohit Misra | Year Posted 2006
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