In the extremes, I long to come to you and hold your feet close to me and put all my emotional baggages down there! Why are you silent O my dear Lord?
Though your silence, as always is the answer to all my questions, this child wants your response.
I die for that presence, that grandeur which makes me silent, and my eyes filled with the love towards you. Why can't you take a break from the minds of great Yogis and come to the poor ones like mine?
How can you be this partial?
Come, fill my soul with the spiritual knowledge from your flute, have this garland made for you of those breatheless moments of my thoughts on you...
Though your silence, as always is the answer to all my questions, this child wants your response.
I die for that presence, that grandeur which makes me silent, and my eyes filled with the love towards you. Why can't you take a break from the minds of great Yogis and come to the poor ones like mine?
How can you be this partial?
Come, fill my soul with the spiritual knowledge from your flute, have this garland made for you of those breatheless moments of my thoughts on you...
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