Once conjoined, now in disharmony, The twains shall never meet, Distanced, separated, withdrawn, Voice of their soul echoes unabated. Distressed the wandering soul Seeks unity with fountainhead Of passion, of Love, of Fervour, Consuming the Divine peace. Mutual obsession, devotion To love and be loved, The fire of agony, Gnaws at the ecstasy of Desires. The post TUMULT OF DISUNITY appeared first on The Financial Daily.



