When we hold on to a pious thought
And pray from dusk to dawn
Would longing stand the test of time
When we pursue the unknown.
When reverence leads to yearning for
A glimpse of the Mighty Queen
Would She shin down from heaven to earth
To show us the Unseen.
There comes a time which seldom comes
In a pilgrim's ordained path
When at doorstep of the Goddess
He finds not love, but wrath.
Prashant Shaurya ©
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC
When we hold on to a pious thought
And pray from dusk to dawn
Would longing stand the test of time
When we pursue the unknown.
When reverence leads to yearning for
A glimpse of the Mighty Queen
Would She shin down from heaven to earth
To show us the Unseen.
There comes a time which seldom comes
In a pilgrim's ordained path
When at doorstep of the Goddess
He finds not love, but wrath.
Prashant Shaurya ©
All Rights Reserved
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