Guest guest Posted January 25, 2009 Report Share Posted January 25, 2009 AN EARNEST PLEA Bhagavan! Your blessed feet so gently tread On the ruby lotus petals of your lovers' minds; Yet you pierced the iron door of the dread Lord of Death, who'll one day strike each head In this bad dream of the weary deaf and blind. My brain ponders on your ways, but it's hard to find The answer, to which my tired soul needs to be led. Reveal Thy sacred feet within my sight, unwind This twisted knot, before alas I too must fly; And be born again in darkest ignorance, To cry once more in this vale of tears and sigh. I wail, before I die, grant me a blessed chance To seize hold of your bejeweled holy feet, When at last set free, I shall rest complete! Alan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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