...COME SAKHI COME...
When every path is closed
You come to picture
When you were with me
Life was never so blindfolded
The nerve is now lost, perhaps for ever
Come Sakhi, touch me please
Don't leave me alone, scolded...
Touch me on my forehead, feel my warmth a bit raised
Life is a game, once you told me with a soothing breeze..
Cups have gone all dry, bottles empty don't know when were blazed
Raise my head a little Sakhi, sit, look into my eyes for a moment please..
If prayer can heal the words, let us pray from the core of our hearts..
If care can fill emptiness, come Sakhi let me touch your feet..
Sweet can be tasted sweeter, it is the sweetest when mind asserts..
Paint me with a little love, come Sakhi come, spread is my life sheet..
@koutilyamsachi.blogspot.com
BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA
When every path is closed
You come to picture
When you were with me
Life was never so blindfolded
The nerve is now lost, perhaps for ever
Come Sakhi, touch me please
Don't leave me alone, scolded...
Touch me on my forehead, feel my warmth a bit raised
Life is a game, once you told me with a soothing breeze..
Cups have gone all dry, bottles empty don't know when were blazed
Raise my head a little Sakhi, sit, look into my eyes for a moment please..
If prayer can heal the words, let us pray from the core of our hearts..
If care can fill emptiness, come Sakhi let me touch your feet..
Sweet can be tasted sweeter, it is the sweetest when mind asserts..
Paint me with a little love, come Sakhi come, spread is my life sheet..
@koutilyamsachi.blogspot.com
BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA
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