Has the time stopped or moving on too fast,
For I meet & visit others, get the feel of being an outcast;
Beginning to perceive an unseen force carrying me on its shoulders,
Motivating me to handle life’s problem, which makes others to smother;
As everything made of matter like me, is bounded by time and space,
But with awakening of the soul, the self is ready to face its end with grace;
Every now and then, pangs of separation from the Divine gets arisen,
Treating them by reciting Lord’s name & keep on waiting for the final surprise!