The One (short poem)

No amount of wealth can bring,

the contentment that one would get by just being near the lotus feet of the One.

No amount of fame could bring,

the blissfulness that one would get just by knowing that One,

I wish I could become that sand that touched the feet of the One,

The water that washed that louts feet,

The air that sensed his fragrant presence and

That Akash(ether) that is just a piece of his existence.


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