A Little Bhakti on a Sunday Morning

Flowing one,
why can’t I hear your voice
trickling down to me?
Your honeyed words
soothing my despair,
easing my pain.
The water of your love
has dried and left me
thirsting without your presence.
I need your touch
to quench the fire that burns within

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