Blessings are beyond count

GHANHAR BOOND, BASOH ROMAWAL, KUSUM BASANT GANANT NA AAWAI. ---- RAVI SASS KIRAN, UDDAK SAGAR KO, GANG TARANG UNTT KO PAAWAI. ---- RUDDAR DHYAN, GYAN SATGUR KE, KABI JAN BHALAY TUMHAY JO GAAWAI. --- BHALLAY AMAR DAS GUN TERE, TERI UPPMA TOHAY BAN AAWAI.--------------- From SGGS ; from a captivating verse by a poet in the service of gurus, praising gunas of third guru, Guru Amar Das (Bhalla). Simple explanation is : 
Rain drops from the clouds(ghanhar), vegetation (romawal ... hair) on Earth(basoh), the number of flowers (kusum) in spring (basant) are 
beyond count. -------- rays from the Sun and the Moon, the amount of 
water(uddak) in the ocean, the waves and the ripples in the Ganga ; 
can any one know the extent. --------- Deep concentration (dhyan) of 
Shiva (Ruddar), the wisdom and knowledge of the Satguru ; only the 
blessed poets (kabi jan) can sing. -------- O, Bhallay Amar Das, 
likewise,your gunas (are beyond count), your merits and greatness 
(uppma) becomes you only. --------------- DO RELISH PLEASE !! May have to read the lines more than once, trying to catch the rhyme also.

Blessings in disguise…

Happy princess a dream

I’ve been mad , bad n’ glad
…………at times I’ve been sad
………………..I’ve been the storm
………………………..I’ve been the lull
……………………………I’ve even lived life
………………………………in between the two as well

I’ve laughed n’ I’ve cried
……..at times I’ve even tried
………..very hard to stop my frown
……………n’ give a charming smile
………………….n’ forget that I am down
……………………….for the power of a smile
…………………………..can change many a lifestyle

Dizzy with success
………I’ve shouted aloud
…………..n’ when failure struck
………………I fell face down from d’ cloud
………………………….in my own created muck
……………………………………that’s when I paused
…………………………………………to rejuvenate and refresh

Life was taking an acid test
…..i picked up confidence and courage
…………………………from the garbage around
………………………………….and geared myself up
……………………………………for another hopeful round
……………………………………………to challenge my ground

People came and left
….I was loved n’ cherished
………i was bereaved n’ aggrieved
………………..nothing here seemed mine
…………………………….neither tears nor wine
………………………………only memories to cry n sigh
…………………………………..some escalating me to a high

It’s then that I realized
…….Shades of life are diverse
…………..like the myriad varied colors
………………of the beautiful vast universe
…………………..making the picture near perfect
……………………….with blessings hidden in disguise
………………………………only when we awaken n’ connect
………………………………………can we understand their price

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Happy princess a dream
Happy princess a dream