Scorpion
This scorpion has
No poison
Grief not
Grief not, my dear
Nothing to grief.

You are the product of love
You are the part and parcel of Truth
No structure of sorrow is there
In this forest of joy, my dear
The whole plan of life is being
Executed smoothly here and I know
You are the architect of all that
Some called it mystery though.

gajanan mishra

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