Poet Seers » Soft shaft of words…

My heart, not a market,
Yet sings with wings of sonnet;

Breaking the silence of the morn!
I enter to purchase the glory, and gone lorn;

Which is to be witnessed,
O I need peace, cried a child;

Then I entered into an ashram of asslyum!
Where I cried not, sat to sate my love of abyss realm;

Atlast in the corner of my life,
With empty hand, I blessed the blazed Lord;

Who dowers all, fill my will, and tell me to spell,
With withal! I hail thy glory… will dwell in all, and all will be well.