Laboured breathing and bones weary
Yet vibrant heart, far from dreary
Gentle eye, echoing love’s sigh
Soul’s stoic stance, seems so eerie
To be as such, fear forms must die
That flag of love and light flies high
Poised, irrespective of outcome
Mantra of life being, retry
Within heart continues to strum
The gong of Om, God’s cosmic drum
Bliss magnetism pulsates inside
Music of spheres...
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