Wondrous Wealth

I wonder, in my life what's the place of verse?
Even while in furious or pensive state,
It does place my bosom beyond the purse
As I sit to write, touching my soul straight.

I won't forget the help I've received
From foes, friends, teachers and the Heaven.
I thank life for all this that it has conceived
And for the poise, to my work, it has given.

But, how would I ever be able to thank thee
Sufficiently enough for thy eye's influence
Which helps me always wherever I might be?
Humbled, melted, I just kneel in still silence!

Who could gift such a wondrous wealth to me?
Ah, it's hugging hand of my darling, thee!

© Mohan Vaishnav 

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