Category: Poems
the bird sings because it has a poem
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Fulfilling
Unfruitful not a moment in your life, fruitful moments none, there in my life. Let me be a moment in your moments. a movement in search of worthy time. Living every second, you own galaxies. gracing life full with charm of your smile. blessing all with patience of your love, pleasing all filling full of
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Amma s Hug
Amma’s hug makes my mind Full of thoughts that makes me kind Amma’s hug sweeps all my bad thoughts And welcome in all good thoughts Ammas hug has got a power That makes my sadness vanish into powder Amma’s hug makes me fall in love with her And she is known as Universal Mother –
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AMMA
Amma gives me lots of happiness She is a lot of happiness. I love her very much, But how will I give her my love? She is my Guru. And my parents love her too. – Nanda Shajan(4 years)
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Waking Up
Someone shook me wildly, waking me up from slumber. No one there when I got up, except fondle of cool breeze. Blurring sound of names, echoed ears in utter disorder. From filths of chaos I hear afar, sweet rhyme of hymns so clear. Nostrils sense divine aroma, dancing around subtly. I could feel aura of
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A Diwali poem
May the festival of lights brighten our hearts May the lamps kindle love for all May the crackers awaken disciple hood within May the sweets increase our compassion And may the witness increase our dispassion – Sri
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Ambrosia of Love
Embrace you with my tiny little hands. They are soiled, muddy, and dirty. When touched I put my finger prints, on your snow-white robe. I saw your sleeves spoiled by black sweaty dirt. You took my hand put your imprint- -of love on my forehead Oh, Mother! How fortunate I am. To touch and feel
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Ammas Darshan
Her arms reach out to us in unconditional love, Love flowing like a river reaches all souls that come, They come one by one, to be held in sweet love, A hug that opens the heart, tears of joy flow, Come quick render me harmless, Oh sweet Amma you know my heart. Like a magnet
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That is Holiness
Millions flock together, reach out for you, In despair filled sorrowful soaring eyes, They shower you with all their dripping hearts, smearing sweat and dirt on your shoulders. Listening to their woes holding them tenderly, often reflecting their emotions as your feelings. never forgetting to pour little of your softness, a drop of your compassion
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For survivors and victims
A poem for survivors and victims of recent Indonesian earthquake Sometimes there are not enough tears to shed for others who are suffering through so much. What can we do comfort those who lost so much. Keeping our hearts focused on sending them peace I believe will help. Praying that they will find comfort. I