A crowd surrounds me
waiting for a memorable performance
and you look into their eyes
and see deep pain
and a craving to be distracted
from this tremendous bane of life
I am really not inspired
by a crowd running away from sorrows
and looking upto me as a distraction
surely this relation has no attraction
I just look heavenwards
and perform for my father My creator
and see his smiling face in Paramanada
Sweeping me off my feet
and his aura takes a posession of me
And I then blow like the mighty wind
As a zephyr over the mountains
I am no longer myself
but his divine instrument
yes Sir his divine instrument

anurag duggal

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