A small basket of woven leaves
With flowers, incense and camphor
Frail and delicate, set afloat
A basket of prayers
Redolent with fragrance
Dispersing entreaties to the gods above
Faint smoke wafting heavenward
Dissipating lingering doubt as it ascends
The flame, belief burning bright
As it is carried downstream by faith
To where the river meets the ocean
Hope meets Helping Hands
Gratitude meets the Giver of Grace
Soul meets Spirit
random rants ruminations ramblings 
A spiritual start to my day Kunal. Your words have taken me back to Rishikesh where I was a witness to the beautiful amalgam of prayer and faith. Thanks for doing that. A good day to you!
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Thanks, R… and to you, too!
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Too Good !! I can also hear a faint sound coming from Temple bells 🙂
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Thanks! Yes, of course 🙏🏽
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So serene, Kunal. I remember we had talked of this when your visit inspired one from me. Loved the closing lines. In a strange way, I imagine following that little lamp on it’s journey ahead…
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Thank you, my friend. Really appreciate this particular visit of your’s here. And yes, we’re all those little lamps floating onwards…
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Always my pleasure, K!!! 👍
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Kunal, your beautiful poetry has made my day.
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Well, the sight that day made mine! It was blissful! Thanks, dad
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Brilliant and blissful words, Kunal of this wonderful basket of flowers merging into the everlasting bliss. Superb poem and what an apt picture. Thanks.
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Thanks, Kamal! It’s the magic of the place and the experience that bring forth my words.
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Welcome Kunal and yes I so agree totally with your words. It is the magic of the place.
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What a peaceful miid you have created with your words. Beautiful
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Many thanks, Miriam
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Beautiful! Thank you for creating and sharing this! 🙂
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Thank you so much for your kind comment!
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The closing lines are beautiful, K. Hope you are well.
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Thanks! Yes, I am, hope you are, too.
This was a Rishikesh piece.
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Very deep words… our inner duality and struggle are so well expressed…
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Thanks, again!
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Amen. 🥀
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Amen, Dorna! And thanks!!
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Thanks for sharing this beautiful experience.
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Thank you, Sonya! Pleasure’s mine, I thought you might like it 😊
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Beautiful Kunal…the picture and the words!
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🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
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Lovely!
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Thanks! I liked it too 😁
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I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d seek entertainment in your writing. Good Morning Kunal😀
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Yeah, I was wondering…it’s rather early for you! Good morning & have a lovely Sunday! ☕️
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It’s Sunday – I’m going back to sleep – back to work tomorrow. Might as well make the most of it.😊
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👌🏼 Ta-ta!
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Have a lovely Sunday Kunal – and I’ll be seeing you around. By the way, we have a new leader in town, hoping for some change – my latest poem is with him in mind.
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Good luck with him and I’ll check your’s Out! Take care, friend!
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Thank you Kunal!
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Just beautiful, K ❤
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Many thanks, Emily!
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