Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
We are all serving something Be it external, emotional We are all serving time, thus temporary Eating away at our identity These garments we call self They’re nothing but illusory I am born to serve I am, Sat chit ananda And the Lord’s arms is where i reside For i am anything.. Anything but, temporary
0
Oct 7, 2022
Oct 7, 2022 at 4:31 PM UTC
Temporary
We are all serving something Be it external, emotional We are all serving time, thus temporary Eating away at our identity These garments we call self They’re nothing but illusory I am born to serve I am, Sat chit ananda And the Lord’s arms is where i reside For i am anything.. Anything but, temporary
Written by
Oct 7, 2022
Oct 7, 2022 at 4:31 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem