when my voyage would end, I know not
such is the plight,
waves of pain and pleasure shake boat of my life
is there any end of this fight?
countless births and deaths haven't tired me
noose of desires holds its grip tight,
and still no shores are visible
how poor is my reason,how fallible is my sight!
fill the sail of my intellect with the wind of knowledge supreme
and lead me to your abode through a path of light
cut the bonds of ignorance with your mercy
may that be the end of voyage and the birth of deathless delight!
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For lovers its a stream of love originating from the most deepest corner of their heart ,for sages its a true devotion to their revered lord and for aesthetes its their beloved beauty. Poem, indeed is a most beautiful form of human expression.
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