Prem,
How can you say
No one reads your poems
When each night
I breathe in and inhale
Their fragrant breathe
Before I go to sleep
You know, my dear friend,
I've been with this Booklet
Day and night living with it
My thoughts too they fill
Today I sat outside my house
As no network for sometime
The words for your Dhyana Buddha
They came flowing from my heart
You have become a part of me
My thoughts you dictate
You command me to write and I do
Thoughts, style and words
None my own they've born anew
Most astonishing what we do
Like a Koel who calls
And the answering call
Floats back from afar
We two sing a song
Poem with words mingling
Like Jordan into the Dead Sea
From two mad poetic hearts!
Angelina
premji premji
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