Hari
my feet are raw and bleeding
How many more lives
must I tread this mortal path?
The savanna sun blisters
my tender skin
and mirages as real
as this pain beckon for me
to take refuge in them
Still Ramakrishna
with a hoarse voice
I chant your divine name
follow Your lotus
footsteps
beneath desert stars
past lonely, melancholy cactus
red sentinel canyons and
cow skulls staring
blankly into space
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
Hari
my feet are raw and bleeding
How many more lives
must I tread this mortal path?
The savanna sun blisters
my tender skin
and mirages as real
as this pain beckon for me
to take refuge in them
Still Ramakrishna
with a hoarse voice
I chant your divine name
follow Your lotus
footsteps
beneath desert stars
past lonely, melancholy cactus
red sentinel canyons and
cow skulls staring
blankly into space
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