He is a cherishable dream,
Dancing in my eyes.
He is a fountain of nectar,
Spreading on my lips.
He is a lovely poem,
Slipping through my palms.
He is here, He is there,
He is my Swami, present everywhere.
He is a well wisher,
To His village folk.
He is the mother and father,
To the abandoned orphans,
He is the all knowing God,
To His devotees.
He is here, He is there,
He is my Swami, present everywhere.
He is in fluttering wings,
Of a soaring bird.
He is the blazing sun,
Ruling this world.
He is that absolute supreme,
With all His glory and splendour.
He is here, He is there,
He is my Swami present everywhere.
~ Raja Sekhar Ganta ~
(From his book "108 Heart Beats")
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