A Seeker’s Predicament

A Seekers Predicament prose poem

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I was aware
My breath was not the same
His presence sank in me such
I feel him in every drop of rain
Pain,anger and intense moments
Life’s become a fast trail
The destination is worthless now
Journey my only saviour
O blue bodied mystic
Every moment I urge for you
Dissolve me into thee
Dissolve me into thee

Poet’s Note: Urge for guru’s grace does not know any limits this poem is an expression of that.

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Manash Mishra

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