You are silent I know
But I can not referred it
As Your consent
I know though silent
You are not here
Though still You know
So many things
Where I can not reach
I know You desist yourself
From all material activities
Nothing mystic here, my dear
What vibrates is only Your
Transcendental glories
That I know here at first sight.
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