Maya - Poem by Anita Sehgal
Remove the veil of secrecy.. THY has cast upon Thyself,
Delusion ensnares the senses,
An army of thoughts invades the mind.
Maya casts its web,
Entangling me in its fine weave.
Insidiously they move,
are their motives to tighten their hold on me.
YOUR creation hems me on all sides.
How then can I, YOUR created,
Move out of YOUR creation?
It is YOU alone, who can draw me to YOU!
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