If you had an orange sun
Rested in your womb
From one essence of life
To the creator of life
Folded within a personal realm
Entwined to be One
And the glow that revolves
Inside your being
is The cradle of time
The fountain of knowing
And you shall be bestowed as
The bearer Of life; Of million dreams
Rested in your womb
From one essence of life
To the creator of life
Folded within a personal realm
Entwined to be One
And the glow that revolves
Inside your being
is The cradle of time
The fountain of knowing
And you shall be bestowed as
The bearer Of life; Of million dreams
2 comments:
Somehow, this reminds me of Kunti from The Mahabharata.
I know, random!
I like it. I really like it.
Although I didn't write it thinking about Kunti. But, now that you've mentioned her I can understand a similarity!
Im glad it stirred your thoughts :D
btw where did your blog go? That pic on your blog had a splendid voyeuristic appeal to it.
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