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Meeting your eyes

you soften all the

angry poetry -

If I have nothing left to write now,

does it mean that

all I had

before meeting you…

was merely

Fury?

Oh, they say that Fury has no Sound

nor scent

But no one ever told me

that the Sound of Grace

would be

a symphonic cacophony

so much like your Heartbeat

whispered to me

one unassuming morning

sans poetry.

Wiki NOTE: Hindu devotional or bhakti literature available throughout India is replete with references to grace (kripa) as the ultimate key required for spiritual self-realization

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