Immense Love: Lotus
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me poet yeps poet
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You bring tears
in my eyes
I seldom cry
but now you help me
wash my eyes
tears of joy are like Amrit (Nectar)
all love to taste it
you and I
when we go to Churches and Mandirs /temples
we taste liquid pure /milk/water
it redeems
doesn't it
so do your words also
I feel are the charms
of poetry
of poets like all of thee
who openly love
my anonymity
and sincerity
so I must
BOW
to all thee
Poet me bows
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