Poem by nagamuthu osho
For the soul to console
Let us forget and forgive;
Each other, when our wean heart comforts and soalce:
Deep, our wound would heal and feel glee,
And stands Lord at our pedestal of Heart;
Greeting and singing with harmonious tune, Thou Art!
All those ill will, will flee, fill with mirth
Hark! holy only will suffer, atlast attains wisdom thro' faith.
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