Thursday, May 18, 2023

Tale of a pollen spore

(2637)  Phuler parag bhese jay

The floral pollen drifts along;
The One Whom it would please,
To some odd place He dances off.

A spore who'd been amid the bud, singing praise,
It had obtained pleasant sweetness in that place.
Now in the compound of life, on a wind that's free,
The azure sky it has adored.

A bloom had come from some unknown sphere
For proclaiming Whose majesty?
Familiar though it may or may not be,
It overruns with just His love.

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1 comment:

  1. It comes from divine love. It spreads that selfsame love. In the end it is that love.