Thou, my master
And I serves you.
But I am a master too,
And its over me.
And we have a master,
who resides abode,
who can create and destroy us.
He is the master of soul,
who found us,
And given multiple identities.
We call him by many names,
But he is the truth,
And nothing matters
Reshma L R✍️For more insights 🧐"mynewblogspotrk.blogspot.com" & Poetry collections : "Unstrung Notes", "Elysian Florets", "Wonder Meal", "Ormakal"
Wednesday, August 7, 2019
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