From Proscenium,
Waiting for her turn.
Repeatedly practicing,
Revising the dialogue,
Recollecting the scattered
enthusiasm.
Gathering tiny petals of
heartful yarns.
To revive it again,
To clink them.
For bringing smile on withered faces,
Waiting for her turn,
From Proscenium.
When you become cause of noble deed
It offers internal delightness ,
The joy which is immortal ;
The happiness which forces for more admirable actions ,
enkindle compassion and
a desire to do good .
An unknown power which stops
you to harm any other creature ,
Your every step is always taken
with caution
The ultimate aim of your every move is universal pleasure
The feeling that turn you
only towards good .
This soulful thinking is praise worthy
It makes you supreme ,
It moves you nearest to devine being ,
It takes you forward to the
godship.
This meditation of love for kindness
Builds empire of your goodness
Which is everlasting.
