Extreme - Poem by Ruma Chaudhuri
When HE dances in an extreme rhythm
Life and death are two beats of his Hymn.
He pronounced that rumbling OM
Life and death assimilated in that salvation.
Again He sparks that light in His rhythm
In every life we pray his Hymn.
As we may attain the glory of Him
To get relief from every sorrow and grim.
Come with rhythm
With joy and freedom
Let's live and sang a song.
Let's blow in the truth's stream
Chanting that sacred hymn
Let's pray for the ultimate extreme
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