Rajneesh, the running brook!

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My Bone Marrow is indebted to your own Morsels Which hardly supported your laborious Lactogenesis. My fair Frame is made of your fresh fragrant Sweat That has kept you Burning in summer & Shivering in cold. The sound of my Heartbeat is made of Your soundless Cry Which was rarely realised by the shopkeeper of sweatshops. The Liquid of my eyes are formed by the dry saliva in the Mouths Which never secreted while feeding me up to my Fill. My Blood Cells are painted by You Both while suffering from Anaemia That can even not be fulfilled with a blood full of Arabian Sea. The lustre of my skin was ensured at the cost of Your Wrinkles Which are symbols of your sacrifice like that of Burning Flames. My brain was tried to be sharpened by the emotional and professional teachers Who respected and rejected Your humble prayers respectively. You remained Sick and consulted many doctors to cure my common cold This realisation stirs my Heart out of my body to fetch Heaven un

Oh!Thy oral autobiography vibrated the veins of heart & mind, Me is thy culprit who could not contain thy top secret behind. Curse to myself but the volcano of thy story's wave erupted this poem, Forgive me for I'm innocent as thou know even my inner xylem & phloem. Now allow me to tell thy suffering for I wish to share thy mental pain, I assure thee, I'll never highlight thyself & thy suffering-source with my pen. I know mere words can't express thy feelings & anxiety; But, "O my dear friend, how can we blame that alone Almighty?" My good eyesight had witnessed thy excitement & love devoted, Thou always planned for her happiness hence thy heart was love-coated. She too never showed her hypocritical heart even in her dirty dream, She was thy mental peace, energy, smiling face & even fairness cream. Thee bequeathed thy everything on her name, Oh why! Why did she cheat you & play the dirty game? I know t