I OR HE

Strange are the ways of the world

And stranger people

If we were born to be saints

Then why live in this world of insanity

Get yourself attached to people

to realise that you yourself

were enough for you

Seek happiness within

when your heart is

flying outside in air thin

I sometimes wonder

Who is the greater fool

I or he

We both are free

For he is sitting in

and his love scattered

outside

Let me absorb his love

He himself will

pull me within.

(c)sunita grover raina2021

10/10/21

India

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