I Became A Different Soul

 In the pleasant evening,

I closed my eyes

And prayed to the God

With great concentration and reverence,

Soon I entered the sacred region......

Free from fear,

Free from anxiety,

Free from enmity

And free from jealousy altogether,

Absolute peace and serenity reigned in the holy sphere,

I stayed there

Hour after hour,

When I returned,

I became a different soul.....

Completely pure and sublime,

The earthly atmosphere became alien to me.

ANJANDEV ROY



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