Poems

 

 

 

 

 

Some say it is with form,
Some say it is without.
Some say it is one,
Some say it is many.
Some say it is naught,
Some say it is all.
Swinging in these dilemma,
Amid the tempest,
My decades old boat still drifting,
In a hope for the shore,
Forgetting the immense ocean beneath.
~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

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