Treasure Island

Ramdas Bhandarkar

(Madikeri)

Beauty of God's Love!


The love of God is indefinable in beauty,
no imperfections, perfectly perfect,
That enters heart,
Washes all grease of desires,
Cleans the mirror and lenses,
The radiation of Gods love tranmutate all,
Flows through the blood,
Enters all cells and corners of mind,
Light and love make a body feel light!

Then who cares for name and fame,
Where is world,
Where are words, shy and shame,
The name of Lord sung in every cell,
Cell cells of body resonating AUM AUM,
The fragrance of divine love spread in the world,
Beauty of heart felt, opens thousand petal Lotus,
On which seated is billion Sun's bright,
Radiating all over love's light!

Submitted: Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 11, 2012
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