Like a garland of Love and Peace...

O how You come
Like a sloka from Heart-
The Deep of the Core,
As if You were destined to bestow more
Upon my filled full satiated me...

O how You become a Garland of blossoms and leaves
As if Peace silent like a splendour You with me tease
And me just falls on my knees to kiss Your wonderous arrive...

O how me You taketh for a calm Faith filled Ride
O how  me You turn a beauteous Tide...

And me by Your garland bedecked
Happy Happy State be gets...

And mirth becomes me in True the Deepest,
And joie me be in absolut bluest rest...

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Like sleepy , a lullaby...

The warm wintry sun and we