Orphan's Orison - Poem by nagamuthu osho
Thine voice echoes, seel Gospel springs
Where cuckoo relent and sings!
In isolation...in salutation
'O orphan! ne'er feel thy seperation
And grim where our Lord dwell!
In one's antar of Heart
Makes sublime, from the seething desert
An Eternal ought thine Oasis
Decked with immaculate love of abyss!
Where hears music of melody bell
'O subtle...Horizon of Orison
Intonate aye thee hospice
Brings blest as benison!
Thro' Thou all enters Paradise
Orphan's organ sings desolate song
O my tears dropp and throng!
From Lord we lore love, purity Planet
Whose unnoticed number becomes a Sonnet.
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