Walking on the razor’s edge, time just flies away,
Know not where the future treads destiny far away.
Unknowst the future beckons, life turns in unknown ways,
Goals unmet in the funeral pyre, emotions just shed away,
Slaves of the senses carve their destiny, nothing short of mutiny,
Fervour of the heart calls out to your love emerges only for you,
Mistakes of the past should not repeat goal only should be you,
Divine is the wandering soul, yet not have reached the goa,
Immense pleasure is the treasure, blissful joy will be the measure.
Come and reside in my heart, do not stay apart,
Longing is this devotee of yours, now come and make me yours.
- Dr. Hira
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