Sunday, June 5, 2016

Empty handed I trudge....

Empty handed I trudge....

Empty handed I trudge from door to door
Oh my lord
I am the eternal beggar
dont know who I want
dont know what I want,
My Chitta knows not where the peace is
My thirst quenches not,
Whatever I get I lose
I float in my tears.
All those travelers leave
The day comes to an end,
night approaches , the fair comes to an ednd,
How long oh my lord
Where do I leave my alms,
Where does the lamp light
Over which ocean bank ?

2 comments:

  1. Eternal Beggar.. We all are .. Aren't we ? Yet there is so much of nonsensical confusion . We do not try to find answers for the ultimate question but wander here n there fighting over mundane issues.

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  2. dont know who I want
    dont know what I want.

    True beggars like you beg for no mundane issues...You only ask for bits and pieces of Wisdom scattered all around us in the nature.
    Thanking you deepti for dropping in.

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