In all the crisscrosses
Of a mortal life
Puzzled,
Tangled,
With pathetic cries,
Yells of stark pains
Dark sighs,
Sly lies,
He descends
As a consciousness
Into pure hearts,
Impeccable minds
With a flute
Of peace and love,
Ever singing
Songs of eternity,
Ever creating tunes
Of blissful trance,
Soul’s transcendental dance
Eternally suffused with
State of super-consciousness!

Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

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