SEPARATION
I
am a fantasy of Your Mind. Perhaps
I did heinous things in the Past, but such answers don't satisfy, A
thousand answers to these questions I've heard, but still Across
Epochs, Your Mind needn't travel at all. Why,
then, make the waves of Your Ocean churn? Of
an emerald lake in a turquoise sea You dreamed once; Oh,
Meher, Your longing for Yourself creates so much trouble.
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