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Heart Gentle Eye Mindful
The surge of self-centric storm blows in the desert of life,
I’m not aware a calm niche of bliss nestles in my heart,
fail to discover the concealed oasis of gentle ambiance,
not until the broken kaleidoscope of ruined lives I discern
ground in the grip of tempest of the ordained life’s turmoil.
The gloomy teary face of the hungry orphan child on road,
the opaque eyes of the petrified mother who lost her child,
deep silent sigh of the destitute resigned to destiny,
illumine my dark wilderness with the soul-searching beacon,
yearning to find the fountain of divine benevolence.
Garnering the gentle grace of God in the sanctum of soul,
the reservoir of overwhelmed humane feelings I empty,
assuage with hope the pain of those in fallen sky’s debris,
convey to them God’s eternal blessing of sanguine solace,
try to kindle faith in abyss of hearts with candle of kindness.
The sordid shadows from the pasture of suffering I remove
with astral aura of the supreme having thousand sun’s shine,
I concentrate my ruffled mind in serene depth of meditation,
learn to extract essence of ecstasy from focused consciousness,
try to see the lotus of bliss bloom in the vase of mindfulness.
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Subimal Sinha-Roy
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