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Because he won't call me to his abode! ๐Ÿ˜’ 1Engulfed in dark greyish sheets of grief and pain,

I feel like waging a psychic war at you.

For it seemed You took great pleasure in my screams

Bit by bit, as the excruciating agony grew.

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Tell me, Oh Lord of the Three Worlds,

What have I craved for that You couldnโ€™t give?

Whose mere shadow is blessed enough

to annihilate the eternal cycle of Give โ€˜n Receive!

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Touched by the very Hand of Mother Divine,

You rescued souls from the personal hells within.

Resurrecting the bee-stung little girl from dead

Much like Shiva without His trident โ€˜n tigerskin.

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Controller of the darkest storms and rain,

You rule the fire on those red-hued fingertips.

Healing the tiny baby birdie to life,

Much like Narayan without His lotus and the disc.

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All I craved for was Your presence,

to wake up to the smile of my Lord every single day.

All I got was a death sentence of separation

Dragging this doomed life, come what it may.

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You know, I could have died,

putting an eternal stop to this misery

Tried as hard as I could,

Your love wonโ€™t even allow me that luxury.

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Hence I have decided to bear with this a bit longer

For I know, this isnโ€™t a dry storm,

When the incapacitating pain of separation

has sucked every bit of life out of me,

You will rain upon my parched heart,

rendering it the much needed warmth.

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Holding on to this pain

that is leading me to you,

Bless me to be a warrior

and face the separation through and through.

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Merge my will into Yours,

let my existence be ochre-hued

Even after being apart,

Eternally I am a part of You.