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Nirvana
In the wasteland of lonely life,
clutching clumps of broken desire,
I walk on tormenting trail of strife,
I am suffering in utter mire.
In the serenity of the blue sky
where joyful birds fly free and sing,
my shackled soul I’ll untie,
to the blissful arms of nirvana I’ll cling.
Released from certainty of destiny,
I’ll transcend limits of time and space,
set my mortal being forever free,
aura of pristine peace I’ll embrace.
In the serenity of the blue sky
where joyful birds fly free and sing,
my shackled soul I’ll untie,
to the blissful arms of nirvana I’ll cling.
I’ll see the petals of my soul unfold,
bloom the divine flower, I’ll discern.
The beauty of new horizon I’ll behold,
where I’ll be gone, not to ever return.
In the serenity of the blue sky
where joyful birds fly free and sing,
my shackled soul I’ll untie,
to the blissful arms of nirvana I’ll cling.
The beauty of new horizon I’ll discern,
where I’ll be gone, not to ever return.
Copyright ©
Subimal Sinha-Roy
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