The Eyes Of Heaven: Part----148.. Lomas Kumar Bhatt

What's divine grace or bless,
I don't know nothing about race,
I just wander around to find,
Depth of incarnation indefinite,
In to unseen empty hollow sky,
To perish my soul on that shrine,
Yes of course it's somewhere,
At mid of my breath,
Whether me & myself,
Adjoin to lost forever,
In to unseen empty hollow sky.
How crematory alive,
In to the flooded river of brine,
Please rain some elixir,
On this heavenly Crematory,
Or fixe it between my vein,
Of my elixir & brine,
In my lost soul shrine,
O, Dear Being,
Hold my stick serpentine,
Now let me silence forever,
Sudden aroma aroused,
Clouds vanished on sky,
Crematory bright on it's glance,
Heaven hold silence as unknown,
Hell dip into river of brine,
She sits besides with all means,
Hit hard on My Being,
With smile,
Secrets hold!
@Lomas Kumar Bhatt.
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6/6/2020.