A Vow To Go.
I wish to be your pet
As an all ardent dog to its master,
And have wait-less wait for your signals,
For, with all my worldly gifts, I am an waif, AA
Amidst all uncertainty of my strife.
The search of my own immortality
Brings You home,
And in the shrine of my retreat,
Your tranquil -presence reigns.
Time and Nature here have least entry,
Ah! The grace of my Empress alone prevails.
Who cares the gatherersof worldly garbage,
The articles of gratifying sense pleasures,
Who? Why? And for what?
Two breads and one loincloth,
And a shelter under the sky,
With unquenched anguish,
To have your sight and presence,
Are what I cherish. I wish to be your slave.
Life I might have felt -a chance,
To decode the language of the senses,
And dipping to dig the self well,
To taste the water from the unconscious level.
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A philosophical treat with sweet flow. Enjoyed. Life I might have felt -a chance, To decode the language of the senses, And dipping to dig the self well, To taste the water from the unconscious level....is so nice. Thanks for sharing.10+++++