By Sagarika SV
I feel a calling,
my soul a dome.
I feel a longing,
for a far away home.
I feel the ocean pouring into my
heart,
So vast and huge, it swallowed it
whole,
I see the fire and feel it in my
soul,
All the evil, all the dark, I burnt it
to its core.
I look forward and see a path,
Years of forgiveness, yet years of
wrath.
I walk it carefree with my eyes
still closed,
For my Karma is the light, all
hurdles overthrown.
I resort to myself,
Caring less about the world.
My thoughts, my convictions,
Stronger as I grow old.
Seek love and I open my heart,
Seek evil and I am on my guard.
For my soul can see through
reality, and mirage.
And I feel a longing for a far
away home,
I feel a calling as rain pours on
my soul.
The water so cold it seeps
through my mind,
It washes away the world, which
had turned me blind.
I feel the wind as it plays with my
hairs,
It clears all the dark clouds,
Formed over countless years.
As I walk on the soil my ego
crawling down,
Finding its way to the bottom,
Deeper and deeper so it can
never be found.
Yet planting the seeds of self
respect,
my conscience rises above the
ground.
By Sagarika SV
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