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The God Himself

by Neelam Dadhwal
(Chandigarh, India)

The God Himself
who saves us life
be breath,
temple distant
but the echoing bells reach
like celestial dance,
in trance one must be,
every morning hour for past centuries
when we were told stories
to believe,
if only this straight path,
no convulsions,
one follow
saint of the world,
one who can reach
from where the gold is hidden
savaging won't help,
coaxing will fail,
to learn mannerisms
listen childlike
this trail with
no beginning, no ending.

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