Divinity At Its Best

Divinity At Its Best short poem

Uploaded by Disha Sharma

Life isn’t always full of turbulences,
But also cheerfulness in multifarious ways.

Only a spur of defining moment,
And there you tread on for attainment
Of internal bliss.

Simply tread on God’s philosophy
Of “Forget & Forgive” and the world
Engulfed around will sound like a ‘Garden of Eden’.

Render thanks for every lil thing,
And to every one in kind and
Relish the beauty of everything around.

Have conviction in your own power!
Love yourself & Heal the self bodily creation.
Develop a Halo (istic) Aura.
Spread jubilance & exhale optimism.

Nothing is more intriguing,
Than the Magic of Divinity & Cosmos power;
And once felt- Divinity @ Its best!

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