With the glimpses of memories,
I made a grid,
And dispersed it in my thoughts...
The thoughts whirled over,
And brought down the kindle,
The kindle of His love...
The kindle; emotions and feelings,
Made Mii weaker than ever.
Now,
He is just a presence...
Through my prosaic thoughts,
I live by,
Though,
In hustle and bustle,
Waiting to experience the prominent moment,
With Him,
In the eternal peace,
With the eternal love,
To seek the eternal blessing...
@Ami Joshi
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