Why did you want
to become mine,
when god was not there?
This sun, this moon,
these stars. My Miranda,
my nightingale.
An Atman floats
without a body. Can you
touch it with lips only?
Like potter's wheel
starting, you want to create
a body with words,
not hands.
Then why did you follow
me, watching me to take
the ash-bath, becoming
sinless?
Tears runs faster
than blood.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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