Love finds its way in the woods of sufferings,
It is the heart of a prayer not the materialistic offerings;
It is a child, for a mother, and for a saint; his worship,
Your heart is the giant Ocean and mine is the little Ship
That goes on the endless voyage of the search for life,
To find the gems of Compassion, Truth and Sacrifice.
At last I will find them out from the depth of your heart,
Rendering them to you, after an eternal pause, I will again start;
To find these gems in every little creature on this earth,
I will supply them from my side in the case of dearth,
At last; when everyone will have discovered them in their heart,
They will offer them to each other and then I will not again start.
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