(tomar pujar chhole tomay vule thaki)
In the name of creating Thy worshipping
I keep on forgetting Thyself
I don’t realize when Thou trick me
I do not get the chance to touch Thy feet
Staying behind flower garlands
Candle lights and incense smoke
I start calling Thou from behind the curtain
Designed for admiring Thy activities
For seeing Thee, I keep those wrong materials
I have my thirsty eyes for those
Why do I need to go back and forth to temple?
I will spread a sheet in corner of my mind
Calling Thee with my modest mind keeping quiet
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4/5/2015
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