Musing 7 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Musing 7

Clasp the all dust flying
In shimmering sun shine,
Rummage them on middle palm
And find all in unison.
That beings of very earth
To be returned back ultimate
As child to the mother lap.
Mingle with the universal heart,
That centre of all living and Static sorts,
Spirit of oneness refurbish among souls gather.

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