His Will Poem by SHISHIR RANA

When I stand on the roof:
What a place He chose!
Surrounded by legendary mountains,
Like a wall protecting the palace.
When I stand on the roof:
I See a place away from noise,
A place full of mesmerizing scenery,
Where you can feel true nature.
When I look at a more closer view,
I notice Anandam,
Standing tall like an Eiffel Tower,
Showering its blessings to the devotees around.
When I turn my head,
The eyes ogles at Prem Deep,
Looking as enthralling as the home of God,
Calling His devotees for spreading bliss.
How lucky am I to be in such a serene place
Its all His will..