Poems And at the end, We will meet, The friend, We thought was the foe, The death. ~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha
Poems Gospel of enlightenment, Many come asking for, But I wonder, how to convey, Roar that is of a wind,...
Poems But we will depart again, And will forget who we were, The promises we made, And the quest we...
Poems Too enchanting to read, Too attractive to write. Too addictive to repeat, Too alluring to forget. Too precious to...
Poems What dead had taken from here, That you will take them too, Other than your own deeds, Nothing will...