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The Greatest Juggler

Nov 9, 2024
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By Lakshmi Maya Krishnan


“Why doesn’t He, 

with the juggling of 

the stellar spheres 

In pack, get sick and tired, 

Is what that has puzzled me 

durably for which, has 

the reading been found, 

not which goes along 

the lines of passion, 

but different to what 

the masses can make out, 

which drives to the one and

only purpose to fulfil His duty” 


By Lakshmi Maya Krishnan

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