The orange robe does not flutter anymore,
Not to the motion of limbs that once wore,
But to the winds of change and unfathomable silence,
This day the world seems to have lost all innocence.
There is denial of once that was belief,
Uncertainty that does not offer any relief,
Yet in slumber tender and sublime,
We witness love overcomes test of time
We have heard that to feel is to be there,
To experience and to share,
Nonetheless our eyes fail to see,
His glory in you and me.
Awake and arise for there is no better moment,
To move beyond fear and lament,
Light the lamp of selfless love again,
There shall be no agony no pain.
And as we become His love in action
We shall be His limbs in motion,
Its then in us and many a abode,
We shall again see the fluttering orange robe.
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