The fallen leaves of Mira Poems

O fool, forget not that all spiritual paths lead to Him
Let religion has for another name humanism
Whilst men created religions for their own power
In His name, blood flooded as river
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High as a kite, my soul flies
My heart embraces the rain
To wash away its pains
Now like a feather, I float in peace
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Detached to this world, I belong to no one and no one belongs to me
Friend to the trees, the mountain, the ocean, a nobody they call me
I roam the world, in pure consciousness, relishing the simplest thing
My heart devoid of desire, consumes each day as if it is the last
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Amidst the shadows of some trees
At the shoreline of a calm sea
There she stands still, days and nights
In thirst of his voice, in quest of his sight
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By love i was forgiven
By love i will forgive
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It’s all about stubbornness
Some people protect themselves
Others deliberately have themselves hurt
Lost are these people who loved to be hurt
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I won’t call it betrayal
Coz he has himself been betrayed ….
I won’t call it dishonesty
Coz he has been a victim himself….
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Days and hours pass by,
While I sit with a lump in my stomach…
I close my eyes wondering what he is doing….
How could he be so inhuman?
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I close my eyes
I see myself walking along a dark street
Which was once bloom with happiness
I was with my love then
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I got a teacher
A wicked one
He barely had any feelings
Even ice would melt
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