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HUG FOREVER

I see the solar sky in the radiance 
of red,
And see the lunar sky in the cerulean 
of blue --
One by the brush of the sun,
One by the beams of the moon;
One with commands of force,
One with controls of peace --
And see they hug each other
A dozen times a year...

They are the same Eesha,
They are the same Eshwar.
Each is in different colour,
Each is with different ardour,
And they hug each other,
Each being absorb'd into the other
For the celestial splendour,
Directed at the Earth 
For the Transcendental Pleasure:

A hug for peace.
A hug for truth.
A hug for haleness...
On this Hug Day, let's hug, cuddle, embrace,
Nestled together to dissolve our difference
Into the Nature's benevolent oneness...

For the hug to be immortal, 
Let's imbue in our hug true love and affection
And sacrifice for each other,
Embedded purely into the Sublime Union...
                                 -- N P SAMAL





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