To the Beloved
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Submitted by maya on November 6, 2009 | 3 views No Comment
I long to be that feather
adorning Your forehead.
I yearn to be that flower
fallen down to be squashed by thine
feet.
I long to be the winds in Your flute
I would live a lifetime
in Your prayers.
Oh! Eternal lover of mine
I could die in Your love
and rise up from my ashes
if You would step on them, in haste.
I sing my aches to this forlorn
winds,when You retreat without
turning back.I burn in fiery hell
when Your smiles are not my treasures to keep.
Oh Black God of mine, Your darkness have
coated my soul alive.
I could fall at Your feet and die
this life is but an offering, all that I
have is already Yours to keep.
I came from You, in You I shall burn
and die.
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