Nothing else flows
As freely as the
The gushing rain water
The furious winds of
A devastating storm
The flames arising
From a heap of
Dry wood
Than pure Pious
And sacred
Immortal Love
Evolving from
Two innocent souls
Made for each other
Dr.Rajendra Tela, Nirantar
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