Can anyone give me
a handful of dust of the soil?
To feel the cadence of the universe
To feel the existence of life
...
On the seed-bed of time
We are sowing the seeds of love
Sprouting and sprawling its essence
Over the time forever;
...
Listen to the cry of dust
Every speck of dust
Like human heart lying
Crowded along the white road
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Don’t die
Rather live long
For a bit of love
Under this nice sky!
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I am the spark of fire
Come of the heaps of ashes
Of the deceased,
I am not afraid of death
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Breaking! Breaking! Breaking!
Day and night we are breaking,
We are breaking like ice, like soil
Like sand and like tears!
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We are in touch
We are in touch
And keep touching
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All Indians are
Beyond all bookish and childish prank,
All are versification
Of essence of Veda and Upanishada,
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We born in love
We grown in love
We lived in love
We died in love
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Stand a while
Smile a bit,
And awaken self
To be here fit,
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