In each part of India, there is a true story of devotee.
Each nook and corner has given devotional experiences to many.
Many had visions; heard voices;
Many had seen You in disguised forms;
Many had seen You at least in dreams;
It seems even animals, sinners, lepers
Had enjoyed Your divine love.
But why don’t You even look at me?
Is there any tragedy worse than,
Waiting for love from one who never talks with me?
- one who never cares for me?
- one who never even glances at me?
Can love flow in one-way? Is it not mutual?
I think a flow can occur only to a lending bowl? Do we really lend our heart / head / body / or anything in the true sense? Please enlighten me - And read my poems & comment.Regards- Pradeep
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I would like to translate this poem
in an organisation there will be executive, manager, general manager, vice president and president; if the issue can be resolved at the executive level it will not even go to manager; if the problem warrants President's attention then president will surely come.....great poem...for your prayers Amma should have atleast sent a reliable deputy to you by this time......