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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 r...

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,
scuttered and scarred
If I could only turn back the hands of time
If I could only be safe in the hands of Ram
"When?" is the question, my Lord,
When will will you hold me and share your love?
My mind wanders to Ram
And Ram wanders in my mind.

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2 comments

  1. portrays a lot of feelings. Speaks well about Sitas love and her regrets for what she has done.

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  2. portrays a lot of feelings. Speaks well about Sitas love and her regrets for what she has done.

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