My New Language
My New Language
I wish love
to be my language;
so that words
won’t block the view
of the luminous beauty
oneness helps me see
inside all of you.
I pray love
to be my promise;
so that wavering moods
cannot undo
the teetering closeness
the teetering trust,
I dare to brave with You.
– Prabhakar.
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