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Apr 2022
why does this world with all its contents
seemingly disappear like sugar in milk,
each time i stand
in front of your sanctum of bliss?

seek Govind,
the one, the only
with all you’ve got.....
or else,
in his snare of illusion
you’re forever caught

© 2022
inspired by a triad of melodies from ancient yore
Written by
Rama Krsna  56/M/NYC
(56/M/NYC)   
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   Khoisan
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