Returning from my morning walk
Me jacaranda bloom love locked
From a distance it caught my soul
Purple hue my mind clean bowled
With it now my soul entwined
Its pure glee captured my mind
Walking fast, soon i reached there
Standing there for long I stared
Like Jacaranda I have shed leaves
Bliss is now my mind's creed
Thoughts just crisscross my mind
It made me just reason blind
In worship it showers its flowers
I just bow to its flowering power
Life is not for power and pelf
For bliss surrender ego of self.
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