In tranquil moments of the Yogic silence,
I find the breath and mind of universe;
And with beats of gymnastic resonance,
My organs form all-powerful Godly force.
That I spread through like water,air and light -
Through the inanimate and the animate;
With muscles of angelic wings and spirit,
I visit whole cosmos with speed and spate.
When sojourn ends, out flow of me in great hunt
Hatred, lust, anger, greed - all 'Yamic sins'
As I step out into my daily stunt
For conceit, mastery, possessions and wins.
The fate of never-dying body and mind
Is ground by fiendish teeth of mundane grind.
- N. P. SAMAL
Very nice 👍 sir
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