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From the ashes of thoughts I emerge in a form
lofty I soar in the skies
love is my soulful passion,
ardor my compassion.
For drops of blood
of ruby’s worth
dripping like
drops of precious nectar
I hold them in my cup of heart
rebirthing as the eternal amor!
Thy filled the thousand lakes of joys
But hath this not been ever seen
lotus eyes brimmed with dewdrops
like pearls they fall and cascade there in…
left alone the body and mind
I set forth the journey with my soul
On the steep terrains
when my faith tries to slide down…
This resile from the burnt
creates a new life,
reviving like a life from dead
from the ashes left in oblivion…
soumyav 