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 spendour.
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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