The Spirit Door

She comes
More often than we know
Quietly
Knocking
Sometimes thumping
Its ways are subtle
Yet these days she thumps
At just those moments
When you hear nothing

Gentle is its door
For the soft are pure
Close to the door
Be ready for the fall
Only the arrogant
Are ever upright

When you fall
She sweeps you up
And raises you
To the seamless cup of life
You cannot see the temple
Or the door
Not even the path
Let go

The one prepared to witness
The lowest to the finest
In him
Is able to walk the line
In between
This line is what we call ‘Human’

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लगातार अपडेट रहने के लिए सावन से फ़ेसबुक, ट्विटर, इन्स्टाग्राम, पिन्टरेस्ट पर जुड़े| 

यदि आपको सावन पर किसी भी प्रकार की समस्या आती है तो हमें हमारे फ़ेसबुक पेज पर सूचित करें|

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6 Comments

  1. Anirudh sethi - May 1, 2016, 5:07 pm

    awesome piece of poetry 🙂

  2. Panna - May 1, 2016, 5:12 pm

    nicely written… good one!!

  3. anupriya sharma - May 1, 2016, 5:15 pm

    pure gold 🙂

  4. Kiran Kukreja - May 1, 2016, 9:26 pm

    Thank you all

  5. Ajay Nawal - May 2, 2016, 12:29 pm

    very nice poetry 🙂

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