MSL Anuradha Poems

Wanton sirens and Don Juans
Gad around for new heavens
Lures, sneers true contententment
Like a laughing mirage distant
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Holy names he did never chant
Sinning all the time he spent
Now repents of bygone years
Those he can never reverse
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Where is Sun? Where is Lotus?
At His advent; she shyly blossoms
When He left; she shrinks in gloom
So weird are the ways of Platonists
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