The Gate
The Place was like emerging
It is true
The story, strange and glorious,
Bhola Bhakta
But it is as it is, Love…
My Neighbour God (The Song of the Foliage)
The stairway is dusty,
Bargain
What is your currency, my friend?
The Place was like emerging
The story, strange and glorious,
But it is as it is, Love…
The stairway is dusty,
What is your currency, my friend?