Eyes From The Heaven Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Eyes from the heaven

Prevails over the sun and the moon
For expelling the inner darkness,
Opens up the cages of ignorance
Torches into the truth and self.

For him most dreams come true
With his beaten words creep into my being,
Like chiselling hands of the life's sculptor
To shape it in relentless blessings.

My riches are but his golden words
Sleep always with me like my bride,
Sense each of my breath and blink
To derive in me a fulfilling pride.

He makes my wary lane clear and safe
To move ahead and ahead each step,
Makes my dull life moves faster
A passive soul now runs without help.

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