The Eyes Of Heaven.. Lomas Kumar Bhatt

Part-----153.
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Yet to be decided,
Am I clown,
Or thy lovely satire,
Am I eternal nude,
Or thee torn my attires,
Am I alive,
Or dead in thy fire,
Perhaps thee unconcerned,
About sorrow of my shrine,
Where thee dreamed,
In blushing innocence,
O,my lord,
My father eternal,
Why thee silent,
In my journey fermentation,
Why crematory bright,
With fueled of soul,
Why heaven in absolute silence,
Why I smile & crying on myself,
Why't I lost,
My sense of existence,
Why I dead as alive all over,
Sudden the seven Sage,
Appeared with seven skies,
At mid of heavenly crematory,
They moved towards,
The Mountain-high,
To see I just followed,
With my state of wonder,
Where Thee dancing desperately,
Aah! On my chest,
where I'm laying straight wide,
Along with thy curse and bless,
With smile,
Secrets hold!
@Lomas Kumar Bhatt.
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1/7/2020.