In the stones
On scriptures
In places
Through rituals
In object
And on subject
I seek
I hope
I dig
I pray
But in vain.
That light
That power
The divinity
That flower
Which blossoms
Inside my concrete,
That flame
Which burns
With each heartbeat,
That faith
with which
even death can't compete,
That's my GOD.
My life source
My energy resource
My only love
My sole companion
Who will never retreat(me)
In my prosperity or even defeat.
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is source of life, love, light and energy. You have definitely understood the valuable sparking of inner light that allows us to proceed ahead towards. This is an excellently penned beautiful Divine Poem...10