It doesn't ever take a holiday.
It gives us light
It gives us heat
It gives us life
So we may live from day to day.
Am I right, in a way, as of today?
The breath rises in us , every instant
It doesn't take a break for a moment.
It makes us laugh
It makes us dance
It makes us live
So we may live each & every moment
Am I right on the spur of the moment?
There is an invisible hand at play
That does it for us, without delay.
Whose hand is That?
Do we not miss That?
Must we not find That?
Yes, we can find THAT, if we pray.
Do we need a poet's heart to pray?
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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