Infidel I shall be
the day I lose the key
of the Mansion of Mercy
and stray into the jungle of cruelty...
Infidel I shall be
the day I forget my brother
and take up the sword
even to slash his shadow
Infidel I shall be
the day I blow out the lamp
His shrine to lunge in gloom
and prevent the bud of devotion to bloom...
There is no river, no lake and no sea
to wash off the deadly stains of sin,
except when the showers of love come down
to make our hearts as pure as the moon!
Rupradha, the Ganges of love does flow in each and every heart, but we have polluted its sacred water. It is time to wake up and rediscover that lovely flow once again. Thank you for your appreciation.
kumarendramallick 04-Feb-2011 12:32 PM
Love can truly disinfect our lives! Wish every human being could think the way you do!
