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Amit Jotwani

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There we lay, spooned into each other, nether energies spent, a seamless cradle of dusky expanse, your hot babe to my cool dude, minds, wicked & lewd masters, bodies, just obedient servants; happy to comply. #NetherEnergy #mind #body #wickedmaster #servant #cradle #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

There we lay, spooned into each other, nether energies spent, a seamless cradle of dusky expanse, your hot babe to my cool dude, minds, wicked & lewd masters, bodies, just obedient servants; happy to comply. #NetherEnergy #mind #body #wickedmaster #servant #cradle #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba

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"Make me a servant. Humble and meek. Lord, let me lift up, Those who are weak..." Shouldn't we all make this our prayer? To help those who cannot help themselves. To pursue kindness, humility, and generosity. To be servants, instead of being in a forever contest of who's the best. Won't this be a better place; if we try to be more selfless, for a change? Ref: Make Me A Servant by Maranatha! Singers. #servant #humility #selfless #kindness #yqbaba

"Make me a servant. Humble and meek. Lord, let me lift up, Those who are weak..." Shouldn't we all make this our prayer? To help those who cannot help themselves. To pursue kindness, humility, and generosity. To be servants, instead of being in a forever contest of who's the best. Won't this be a better place; if we try to be more selfless, for a change? Ref: Make Me A Servant by Maranatha! Singers. #servant #humility #selfless #kindness #yqbaba

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make me the servant i should be; for God, for country, for humanity. #servant #God #country #humanity #yqbaba

make me the servant i should be; for God, for country, for humanity. #servant #God #country #humanity #yqbaba

Author Shivam kumar Mishra (Shivanjal)

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Everyone is a servant in this world. #nojotohindi #nojotoenglish #life #word #servant #truth

Everyone is a servant in this world. #nojotohindi #nojotoenglish #life #word #servant #truth

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-97 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I AM YOUR SERVANT My Lord! the more I run away from you, the more I feel alienated, the more I think I am walking on my own the more I deceive myself, the more miserable I become. The moment I think, I am the doer, You move away from my vision, the darkness of the universe descends, life becomes too heavy a burden, living a meaningless struggle. Under the spell of maya I come again and again, forget You, our relation. You always lure me with your wealth and splendour, I fall an easy prey to it and consider Your affluence as the be all and end all, deprive me of You, Your bliss and make a mess of my life Please remind me as and when l go wrong. My Lord! a servant remains a servant, can he ever become master of his own? What to do with your wealth? Let me remain where i was, at your lotus feet, my love and treasure The meaning of my life lies only in carrying out Your orders, not in carrying myself looking after Your affluence, doing Your work, without being involved, as a servant and caretaker. My life and its fulfilment lies not in gratifying my senses, feeding my ego and appetite, but in real surrender at thy feet I may run away, may commit a thousand mistakes, but the Master is the Master, He can never go wrong. Wherever and in whichever situation I am, my chain is forever in Your hand. You are always my master, be with me, be on my lips, be before my eyes in my moment's of bliss and idiocy, misadventure and stupidity. You are my only possession. Without You, Your gift, my life on earth is meaningless like a flower without hue and fragrance. Here nobody and nothing is mine. Let me have you in me, the only reality in all my moments, conscious subconscious and unconscious My lord! if my love is true, my craving is genuine, let me surrender with my heart and soul. A servant can only beg for his Master's mercy, be with me, be it heaven or hell, hardly matter, guide and see me through Your cosmic illusion and let me remain Your servant forever, here and hereafter. © smrutiranjan 18.8.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-97 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I AM YOUR SERVANT My Lord! the more I run away from you, the more I feel alienated,

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-97 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I AM YOUR SERVANT My Lord! the more I run away from you, the more I feel alienated, the more I think I am walking on my own the more I deceive myself, the more miserable I become. The moment I think, I am the doer, You move away from my vision, the darkness of the universe descends, life becomes too heavy a burden, living a meaningless struggle. Under the spell of maya I come again and again, forget You, our relation. You always lure me with your wealth and splendour, I fall an easy prey to it and consider Your affluence as the be all and end all, deprive me of You, Your bliss and make a mess of my life Please remind me as and when l go wrong. My Lord! a servant remains a servant, can he ever become master of his own? What to do with your wealth? Let me remain where i was, at your lotus feet, my love and treasure The meaning of my life lies only in carrying out Your orders, not in carrying myself looking after Your affluence, doing Your work, without being involved, as a servant and caretaker. My life and its fulfilment lies not in gratifying my senses, feeding my ego and appetite, but in real surrender at thy feet I may run away, may commit a thousand mistakes, but the Master is the Master, He can never go wrong. Wherever and in whichever situation I am, my chain is forever in Your hand. You are always my master, be with me, be on my lips, be before my eyes in my moment's of bliss and idiocy, misadventure and stupidity. You are my only possession. Without You, Your gift, my life on earth is meaningless like a flower without hue and fragrance. Here nobody and nothing is mine. Let me have you in me, the only reality in all my moments, conscious subconscious and unconscious My lord! if my love is true, my craving is genuine, let me surrender with my heart and soul. A servant can only beg for his Master's mercy, be with me, be it heaven or hell, hardly matter, guide and see me through Your cosmic illusion and let me remain Your servant forever, here and hereafter. © smrutiranjan 18.8.2018 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-97 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY I AM YOUR SERVANT My Lord! the more I run away from you, the more I feel alienated,

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#OpenPoetry SOMETHING I LOOK AT-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ILLUSION Somewhere someone is dying every moment. Somewhere someone is dispossessed of his wealth for all time. Somewhere someone is praying for extra years of life. Somewhere someone is wishing the whole of the world and its wealth to be his I know life is not mine, nor the wealth and power that surrounds me Life and wealth are Your gifts, but I claim it as a matter of right. I know nothing I can possess, I can only enjoy things that come in my way for some time. But I intend to grab more and more and add to life a few agonising years when hands and legs, body and mind will be hardly under my control. I want to live till my death becomes a necessity, till I become unbearable for others, till the body language and gesture of my own tell me it should be allover as they can't carry me anymore. Today or tomorrow I will die, bid farewell to this beautiful world leaving everything behind, my wealth, power, relations and friends. None will accompany me, none will wish and dare to I see people dying, I know how transitory is pelf and power, how futile and fragile is human relationship but still, I boast of these things and wish to have them by all means. Maa! how spellbinding is your Maya, that makes me blind to reality. I forgot you, forgot the purpose of life, forgot after so many incarnations this human life not to remain engrossed in the worldly world but to move few steps ahead towards truth and eternity. Most of us revolve around your affluence, very few come out of it and know the real You that You are, the epitome of bliss, my ever caring ever loving Maa Unless and until you let me realise I am You and You are me, grace me to be at your lotus feet, to remain as Your caretaker, living every moment as you wish. Never for a minute let me feel I am the doer, let the servant remain a servant, live under Your loving shadow, doing his part in Your cosmic venture. A son is a son till he is matured I am your immature son, always in your lap forever, here and after. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved. #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ILLUSION Somewhere someone is dying every moment. Somewhere

#OpenPoetry SOMETHING I LOOK AT-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ILLUSION Somewhere someone is dying every moment. Somewhere someone is dispossessed of his wealth for all time. Somewhere someone is praying for extra years of life. Somewhere someone is wishing the whole of the world and its wealth to be his I know life is not mine, nor the wealth and power that surrounds me Life and wealth are Your gifts, but I claim it as a matter of right. I know nothing I can possess, I can only enjoy things that come in my way for some time. But I intend to grab more and more and add to life a few agonising years when hands and legs, body and mind will be hardly under my control. I want to live till my death becomes a necessity, till I become unbearable for others, till the body language and gesture of my own tell me it should be allover as they can't carry me anymore. Today or tomorrow I will die, bid farewell to this beautiful world leaving everything behind, my wealth, power, relations and friends. None will accompany me, none will wish and dare to I see people dying, I know how transitory is pelf and power, how futile and fragile is human relationship but still, I boast of these things and wish to have them by all means. Maa! how spellbinding is your Maya, that makes me blind to reality. I forgot you, forgot the purpose of life, forgot after so many incarnations this human life not to remain engrossed in the worldly world but to move few steps ahead towards truth and eternity. Most of us revolve around your affluence, very few come out of it and know the real You that You are, the epitome of bliss, my ever caring ever loving Maa Unless and until you let me realise I am You and You are me, grace me to be at your lotus feet, to remain as Your caretaker, living every moment as you wish. Never for a minute let me feel I am the doer, let the servant remain a servant, live under Your loving shadow, doing his part in Your cosmic venture. A son is a son till he is matured I am your immature son, always in your lap forever, here and after. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved. #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ILLUSION Somewhere someone is dying every moment. Somewhere

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ILLUSION Somewhere someone is dying every moment. Somewhere someone is dispossessed of his wealth for all time. Somewhere someone is praying for extra years of life. Somewhere someone is wishing the whole of the world and its wealth to be his I know life is not mine, nor the wealth and power that surrounds me Life and wealth are Your gifts, but I claim it as a matter of right. I know nothing I can possess, I can only enjoy things that come in my way for some time. But I intend to grab more and more and add to life a few agonising years when hands and legs, body and mind will be hardly under my control. I want to live till my death becomes a necessity, till I become unbearable for others, till the body language and gesture of my own tell me it should be allover as they can't carry me anymore. Today or tomorrow I will die, bid farewell to this beautiful world leaving everything behind, my wealth, power, relations and friends. None will accompany me, none will wish and dare to I see people dying, I know how transitory is pelf and power, how futile and fragile is human relationship but still, I boast of these things and wish to have them by all means. Maa! how spellbinding is your Maya, that makes me blind to reality. I forgot you, forgot the purpose of life, forgot after so many incarnations this human life not to remain engrossed in the worldly world but to move few steps ahead towards truth and eternity. Most of us revolve around your affluence, very few come out of it and know the real You that You are, the epitome of bliss, my ever caring ever loving Maa Unless and until you let me realise I am You and You are me, grace me to be at your lotus feet, to remain as Your caretaker, living every moment as you wish. Never for a minute let me feel I am the doer, let the servant remain a servant, live under Your loving shadow, doing his part in Your cosmic venture. A son is a son till he is matured I am your immature son, always in your lap forever, here and after. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ILLUSION Somewhere someone is dying every moment. Somewhere someone is dispossessed of his wealth for all time. Somewhere someone is praying for extra years of life. Somewhere someone is wishing the whole of the world and its wealth to be his I know life is not mine, nor the wealth and power that surrounds me Life and wealth are Your gifts, but I claim it as a matter of right. I know nothing I can possess, I can only enjoy things that come in my way for some time. But I intend to grab more and more and add to life a few agonising years when hands and legs, body and mind will be hardly under my control. I want to live till my death becomes a necessity, till I become unbearable for others, till the body language and gesture of my own tell me it should be allover as they can't carry me anymore. Today or tomorrow I will die, bid farewell to this beautiful world leaving everything behind, my wealth, power, relations and friends. None will accompany me, none will wish and dare to I see people dying, I know how transitory is pelf and power, how futile and fragile is human relationship but still, I boast of these things and wish to have them by all means. Maa! how spellbinding is your Maya, that makes me blind to reality. I forgot you, forgot the purpose of life, forgot after so many incarnations this human life not to remain engrossed in the worldly world but to move few steps ahead towards truth and eternity. Most of us revolve around your affluence, very few come out of it and know the real You that You are, the epitome of bliss, my ever caring ever loving Maa Unless and until you let me realise I am You and You are me, grace me to be at your lotus feet, to remain as Your caretaker, living every moment as you wish. Never for a minute let me feel I am the doer, let the servant remain a servant, live under Your loving shadow, doing his part in Your cosmic venture. A son is a son till he is matured I am your immature son, always in your lap forever, here and after. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved.

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ILLUSION Somewhere someone is dying every moment. Somewhere someone is dispossessed of his wealth for all time. Somewhere someone is praying for extra years of life. Somewhere someone is wishing the whole of the world and its wealth to be his I know life is not mine, nor the wealth and power that surrounds me Life and wealth are Your gifts, but I claim it as a matter of right. I know nothing I can possess, I can only enjoy things that come in my way for some time. But I intend to grab more and more and add to life a few agonising years when hands and legs, body and mind will be hardly under my control. I want to live till my death becomes a necessity, till I become unbearable for others, till the body language and gesture of my own tell me it should be allover as they can't carry me anymore. Today or tomorrow I will die, bid farewell to this beautiful world leaving everything behind, my wealth, power, relations and friends. None will accompany me, none will wish and dare to I see people dying, I know how transitory is pelf and power, how futile and fragile is human relationship but still, I boast of these things and wish to have them by all means. Maa! how spellbinding is your Maya, that makes me blind to reality. I forgot you, forgot the purpose of life, forgot after so many incarnations this human life not to remain engrossed in the worldly world but to move few steps ahead towards truth and eternity. Most of us revolve around your affluence, very few come out of it and know the real You that You are, the epitome of bliss, my ever caring ever loving Maa Unless and until you let me realise I am You and You are me, grace me to be at your lotus feet, to remain as Your caretaker, living every moment as you wish. Never for a minute let me feel I am the doer, let the servant remain a servant, live under Your loving shadow, doing his part in Your cosmic venture. A son is a son till he is matured I am your immature son, always in your lap forever, here and after. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY ILLUSION Somewhere someone is dying every moment. Somewhere someone is dispossessed of his wealth for all time. Somewhere someone is praying for extra years of life. Somewhere someone is wishing the whole of the world and its wealth to be his I know life is not mine, nor the wealth and power that surrounds me Life and wealth are Your gifts, but I claim it as a matter of right. I know nothing I can possess, I can only enjoy things that come in my way for some time. But I intend to grab more and more and add to life a few agonising years when hands and legs, body and mind will be hardly under my control. I want to live till my death becomes a necessity, till I become unbearable for others, till the body language and gesture of my own tell me it should be allover as they can't carry me anymore. Today or tomorrow I will die, bid farewell to this beautiful world leaving everything behind, my wealth, power, relations and friends. None will accompany me, none will wish and dare to I see people dying, I know how transitory is pelf and power, how futile and fragile is human relationship but still, I boast of these things and wish to have them by all means. Maa! how spellbinding is your Maya, that makes me blind to reality. I forgot you, forgot the purpose of life, forgot after so many incarnations this human life not to remain engrossed in the worldly world but to move few steps ahead towards truth and eternity. Most of us revolve around your affluence, very few come out of it and know the real You that You are, the epitome of bliss, my ever caring ever loving Maa Unless and until you let me realise I am You and You are me, grace me to be at your lotus feet, to remain as Your caretaker, living every moment as you wish. Never for a minute let me feel I am the doer, let the servant remain a servant, live under Your loving shadow, doing his part in Your cosmic venture. A son is a son till he is matured I am your immature son, always in your lap forever, here and after. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved.