Mahavir,
Mahavir Swami,
The black statue of Mahavir,
Bardhaman Mahavir,
Whenever remain I busy in worldly affairs
And a bit disturbed internally,
Cares and anxieties corroding the self,
I turn to him sometimes seeking peace, bliss and happiness.
Find I him beaming with joy and blessing,
Lost in meditation as usual
And the cross-legged posture really elevating.
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