||| The Flame |||

||| The Flame |||

Looking at the flame I keep wondering
Looking at the flame I keep you asking.
I know you are not there to be seen
I know I am there to see an unseen.

Do they see you when do they prostate?
Do they hear you when they keep silent?
Do they talk to you when they call loud?
Do you hear them when they lie on ground?

I keep watching without a blink of eyes
I keep wondering with a wandering minds
But I keep going there as if you are calling
Tell me aloud why me again here coming.

Will you tell me where are you?
Will you show me what are you?
Even you don’t tell me this time
Still I will come to you without me.

Tell me how can me without me
Tell me what me will without me
Tell me where else I will go
Tell me what makes me so.
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Mahima Saranam !
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