The Song Of Life

The Song Of Life short poem

Photo by Andrej Villa

Trapped by thoughts
In a dark dream of despair
How long will I endure
The silence of love
How long will I bear
The mass of dying hopes
How long can I fight
The curse of my own Karma
Break free my soul!
To another world
The battle of love
Is lost already
Her lips locked
With someone else
Thinking thus,
I heard a chant
Hare Kirshna, hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna hare hare
Hare Rama, hare Rama
Rama Rama hare hare
A sigh of relief
Soul expressing its’ divinity
I am that, I am that
A dance of divine ecstasy
Death lurks in one moment
Life rejoices in another.

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