Eyes retreat…
Ears fall…
Skin recedes…
Tongue twisted…
Nostrils shut…
Nothing remains,
Just the breathe of silence.
A dark horse gallops.
A spec of light emits far away.
A white horse emerges,
riding on by purity.
Flood of brilliance.
Smile of the holy mother.
Meditative smile!
by Sateeshan R


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