PICTURE ON THE POEM

                                                                    His voice still echoes The pain of the grip when I shouted "Let ...

                                           
                       His voice still echoes
The pain of the grip when I shouted "Let go!"
Like those leaves he crushed under his feet
now my soul remains there;scattered and scarred,
If I could only turn back the hands of time;
If I could only be safe in the hands of Ram,
But "When?" is the question, my Lord,
When will will you hold me and share with me your love?
My mind wanders to Ram,
And Ram wanders in my mind.



                                                                     SITA-




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