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A Letter To Gods

Jan 13, 2025
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Updated: Jul 17, 2025

By Rahul Marskole


O Shambhu, 

Today I sold few paintings again, but it's no surprise. 

Your blessings always remain with me. 

Celebrating Christmas with family, close friends at home. Eating & drinking, finest foods and wines made me realise. How grateful I am to be alive. 

We bought expensive gifts for ourselves & others. I love to be myself. 


I Worship You, O Sridhara. 

Let me tell you, how grateful I am. 

I missed my education, guess others were smart. Still You have let me have tremendous knowledge and Thank you for blessing me with arts. 


I Worship You, O Madhava. 

I have earned immense wealth. 

With your grace, I have good health. 

They know me, trust me, depends upon me. Many people relies on my strength. 

But I know it is all your Maya (Magic). 


I Worship You, O Gopika Vallabham. 

I have travelled the world. I have crossed

Amazon river, Thar desert to name a few. 

Seven wonders of the world are crossed from my list.

Took glimpses of Angels, now I know they exist. 

Met scholars, sages in my journey. 

Heard their stories, full of miracles and magic. 

I have seen The Taj Mahal. Marvelous thing. 

I proposed her there, she said - Yes. Felt like a King. 

I am truly blessed to enjoy this beautiful life. 


I Worship You, O Ramachandra, The Lord of Devi Janaki. 

I do not have regrets. None. I do not have any more desires but one. 

I shall read Ramayan, Mahabharata and other amazing stories of You, now. 

And know You better. Hope You love to read & reply to my letters. 


Your Supreme Devotee 

Poet.


By Rahul Marskole




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