My Beloved
Those starry nights... I looked up
And thought about you...
When will you come?
When can I meet you?
Going on the pilgrimage
Pausing on the way... the steep path to the top
Near the river bank
Admiring you... glorifying you
Feeling pacified
Watching your images...in a way that only a mature old one can
Silent contemplation...
I have been through many religions
And felt good about you
Until I lost hope of your very existence
Baba you have adopted me
Nothing else remains
I have what I wanted
I am content.
The world has ceased to be
People are around...in all stages of being
And there you are...
What else would I need?
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