She was lust fodder.
So she had to be sold and cooked
in dark flames of lecherous greed.
Yet she couldn’t be consumed
for she’s to be an undying candle flame
flinging away night around her.
Here is a LINK, the source of my poem
Tagore Songs in Translation
I like birds
Scribbling Spiritual Sand...
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. ~Robert Frost
~ Poetry and Rhyme by Sumyanna -
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poetry by claudia schoenfeld
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Activities of the Ashrama along the lines laid down by Swami Vivekananda – "Atmano Mokshartham Jagadhitaya cha" or "for the liberation of self & welfare of the world."
say you had to give up the story of your life so far - would you do it?