Guest guest Posted July 5, 2005 Report Share Posted July 5, 2005 Poem :: End of the beginning The rise of a new day, the grim reaper waiting to slay, the forces of nature keep us enduring, with Mayadevi's inconceivable luring, we wait in hope for our life's prime, which has been come and gone many previous times. Building momentum our mind reaches out, but the day has come and the soul is shunted out. we feel it was not long before the end of the play, which hence begins the rise of a new day. all glories to this master of this cosmic manifestation. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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