Monday, December 23, 2019

Woven into my life

(1458)  Tumi mor ashari alok

You are my one ray of hope;
You are my sole lamp of life.
You are the precious stone on my tiara;
In dense rain, You are the cadamba.[1]

Braid of hair painstakingly arranged,
You are the black thread in secrecy.
Sandalpaste applied on my face,
You are the smiling bindi.

Stealthily You come and leave
Upon silent feet.
Having exuded ambrosial stream
With colors aplenty,
In my dust-coated pysche,
You are the lantern gem-bedecked, luster falling.

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1 comment:

  1. He comes and goes mysteriously; and yet - on subtle plane - He remains always with me.