In Vision’s glory dreams shriek in fury to altruism. It is intellect’s drape where all found in ground some reasons’ anarchy. Though visions say of missions toward love, the Lord is revealed in mercy and glory together. Lives here have many shapes which say about the corporeal pain. The vision’s glory always meets toward the ethereal speak. In hope’s wing- the reality sings of pain-delight further. In vision’s glory in profound ease it says – equality-fraternity.
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Nadia Pravin Mou
Nadia always says of hope: nobody comes nobody goes; sticking in self glory - it nourishes in truth - the happiness within to illuminate - her follies, her weakness which may reach to the utmost - sorrow when Love would like to grasp : it swore thousand times: oneday it must love as it begins with a chaos: the sense of sin. Her crazy words and reluctant soul may prosper in His love. Her - " she" will be a devotee - in wisdoms' domain as she wished a pristine tale forever. It never finds freedom rather her " she" knows the bliss remains at the feet of Him. His caresses teach - her mighty shape is in intellect's drape.
