By May 14, 2020
In the hills of tranquillity,
In the blue blaze of sky,
Between these sparkling of stars,
A golden voice lights:
"O child,
HIS smile spreads like bubbles on some river flow,
HIS unending spring of joy continues like a small stream in Himalayas.
HIS sympathy & consolation for himself is like a child's back tabbed by his mother.
All this, because of you, you, who is his soul-part.
The mystery game is HE happens to be the perfect.
Finds fun in playing you, as the imperfect.
Play & Players all HE & HIS !
HE creates all out of joy & will !


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