O King in what form do you appear today,
Amidst the kingdom of my heart,
The lakhs of moons and suns die of shame beneath thy feet.
All the pride crumbles as it cedes;
My whole body and judgement is plucked like the strings of the veena.
A blissful affliction flows in the breeze today,
As all the flowers of the garden take refuge at thy feet.
My unblinking gaze fails to take note of this world
When I stare within at the reigning bliss.
2 comments:
Beautiful Priyo.........what else can I say
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