when my heart is drowned
in the ocean of sorrow,
you made me come to you
building faith in bhakti,
gifting me some shakti of mukti..! !
making my heart float
in the blue-hued sky of joy,
listening to heavenly shlokas of Geetha
and singing every day,
it's your song,
that I bring to sing,
and my hands swing thru and fro
while dancing in that ecstatic flow,
the songs of god,
tells me about the right and wrong..!
how to be strong for long,
what to give and grasp among..!
how blessed iam..! !
it's only the beginning..! !
it's only the beginning..!
but, how fortunate I am to taste the delicious harinaam...!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem