From hermit to venerate,
the plausible soul alive,
wants to sing songs,
of hulla baloo to solitary walk,
reaps of worldly tales.
Spread wings like chauvenistic phoenix,
spitting fire and life into everything,
ending the walk of deadly life,
with a monotone mechanical evolution.
A happen stance Bliss in convoluted,
Spread hues and fragrance,
free from despices and detest,
Holding the self only to spread,
Virtue, Happiness and Serenity.
Monday, July 26, 2010
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