In all these years what lessons have I learned Or gathered through ultimate experience Kneeling at the petals of Her Feet And meeting Him in His divine abode?
For the body, vital and mind are far behind Unable to wrest from fate progressing soul Or leave behind this life's enchanting goal. Now in a house devoid of her I feel
This world of lovely forms is not quite real And knows quite well that I have not attained A pittance of what I was meant to be As I plough my way through vales of India
Unable now to scale the imposing peaks Of Consciousness and love that is me.
Poems Undated (1727)
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