When you bring with you,
It tugs against its bindings,
a gust of love sublime,
my soul flutters like a tattered flag,
my soul flutters like a tattered flag,
tethered to worldly attachments.
It tugs against its bindings,
yearning to take flight,
longing to loose itself,
surrendering to God's might.
1 comment:
This is nice Aman...everyday thrz a new poem! You have huge collection buddy :)
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