In the innermost room of the heart,
Where divine speaks to you,
Your wandering thoughts never have the entry,
This speech you will but never clearly hear,
Unless you are ready to emerge as a good listener;
For a long time he has watched you
roaming in wilderness,
Feel the emptiness growing inside you,
Notice how you wasted your time on...
...Superfluous pursuit of mundane thoughts;
Turn back, and bring all yourself in this auditorium;
In this auditorium, all are welcome to hear the speech...
...without the difference of caste, creed, or colour;
But, all be the sincere seekers of truth;
Melt yourself down in this melodious speech:
Listen with your heart and your soul!
Then only you can pass from nothingness to being,
And make yourself drunk with the wine of love.
MyKoul
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