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Thanks to Namdeo You visited me In a dream that left me Poetry. Thanks to Namdeo You visited me In a dream that left me Poetry.
I am not what I seem to be: If you would know what I am Ask Him, my Lord. I am not what I seem to be: If you would know what I am Ask Him, my Lord.
Aye, between Thee and me, my God, There is no longer room for “I” and “mine.” Aye, between Thee and me, my God, There is no longer room for “I” and “mine.”
Come, Master, come, And fill me wholly with Thyself. Come, Master, come, And fill me wholly with Thyself.
But if I give You faith, forevermore, I’ll sit with the heroes of ancient lore... But if I give You faith, forevermore, I’ll sit with the heroes of ancient lor...
Where does one begin with you? O Lord, you have no opening line.. Where does one begin with you? O Lord, you have no opening line..
The truth of poetry Is the truth Of being. The truth of poetry Is the truth Of being.
This God who bears the wheel is the chief of the Yadavas. Him the thirty three crores of demigods a... This God who bears the wheel is the chief of the Yadavas. Him the thirty three ...
For God is One, One only: For God is One, One only:
Tuka says, 'A scorpion or a snake is a habitation of Narayana; You may worship Him from afar, but y... Tuka says, 'A scorpion or a snake is a habitation of Narayana; You may worship ...