Poems

 

 

 

 

 

The more I drink,
The more I become thirsty,
The more I search,
The more I become lost,
The more I love,
The more I become impassioned,
Is it a curse or a boon?
Is it an enlightenment or an insanity?
I do not know,
But my thirst has no quench,
My quest has no finish,
And my love has no end,
It is for forever for you.
~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

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