YOU ARE MINE

All wounded hearts are mine

With  wild gush of aching blood

Red as flowing wine ,

All crying eyes are  mine

With tears of hurt or loss

Pure as the ones of mine ,

All tormented souls are mine

With desire for redemption

Ripe in pain's tangled  vine ,

All smiles are  also mine

Flashing  images of God

For which hungry spirits pine .

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

10/08/14