Devotion

Devotion is not a miracle of life

It is the innermost fountain stream,

Which flows from our core of heart.

It is an unseen passage

Through which we feel the fragrance of moral incense sticks smell

Without burning of it.

We don't compel and bound anyone,

To give us and take from us.

It is the law of nature and unlimited boundary like the sky.

It is like a beautiful rose flower,

We feel and touch but not to pluck.

It doesn't believe in fearing policy

It is purely blowing its fragrance like a sandal tree

With loving and beloving

Without term and condition of bonding

Mind and soul.

Devotion comes from within

And is free from every foul.