Soul Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

Soul



One, two, three....
I can count all these easily,
But I always find it very difficult
To count my refined love for thee,
As it is surely infinite.
I plead thee not to ask me the exact reason of it,
For I myself don't know the answer of it,
Indeed I sincerely feel my true and great soul is deeply entwined with thee.

Wednesday, July 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: soul
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Aniruddha Pathak 11 March 2020

Poornadah poornamidam... Infinite whole this, infinite whole that...

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