'Ganga Arti - Haridwar' |
“The
pious air and the holy chants
The
incense of purity and divine waves
The
sound of bells resonating peace
The
lighting of diyas and offering of
flowers
With
faith in heart my soul rejoices
Neither
fears around nor shores of sadness
My
moment of truth with a belief in Lord
Unfolding
my happiness, I surrender to His grace”.
Wow.So divine.Wonderful poem.It is a bliss if we surrender to the Lord.:)
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Sriram & Krithiga
Thanks a lot. life spend on a spiritual path is blissful.
DeleteThe image seems so peaceful!
ReplyDeleteSo blissful... I wonder mera number kab aayega :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Archana. Apka number jaldi aayega :-)
DeleteHugs to you.
beautiful...:)
ReplyDeleteSo blissful this is.. Could feel the divinity in your words dear. Very beautifully penned. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Maitreni. Appreciation coming from you means a lot.
DeleteAmazing....
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot
DeleteLovely lines for this beautiful pic.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely penned, Swati!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Bushra :-)
DeleteThanks for liking.
ReplyDeleteThe end is just blissful, all in the praise of lord!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Alok.
DeleteBeautiful verse and the picture is stunning.
ReplyDeleteThanks lot Saru.
DeleteHugs to you. :-)