Bazi alis Subrata Ray
The Holy Fountain Of God’s Grace. - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Those who have realized, - tell,
Save, your grace, nothing is possible,
Your grace bestows connection,
Your grace evokes emotion,
Your grace drags the mind on your lotus feet,
Your grace offers peerless retreat.
Your grace is power to penetrate,
The heavy screen of black fate,
And surges the mind to devotion,
Changes the nature by divine commotion.
Your grace is flood in life’s desert,
Your grace illumines you in devotee’s heart,
Your grace introduces miraculous touch.
Your grace germinates,
The mystic seed of your name,
Your grace flashes your Divine Frame,
In the transcendental hang of meditation.
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