Delightful Self Poem by Prabir Gayen

Delightful Self
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Who is there standing,
Stretching arms to embrace,
To lessen the grief that life gives?
Art thou the knower of Truth
or the blissful one with balmy hands to soothe?
In thy cosy arms grief will demise,
From top to bottom thou art goddess
Of loving delight,
The river of forgetfulness,
To make us happy in shabby breeze,
Into thy bosom pours humanity
With manifold seeds - the radiance of joyous shower,
The love of paternoster shrine.
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