The pleasure is endless
like a swirling aromatic
incense burning
in the secret chambers
of my heart
when the purity
of your voice
begins to sing
a beautiful bhajan
as you step out
of your pristine room
and make your entry
into your warm shower
a rapturous feeling
of elation dances
with elusive joy
in my mind
as you chant the names
of Lord Shiva
of Lord Krishna
of Lord Ganesha
of Mother Laxmi
like an encryption
of a pooja in my soul.
what blessing do you seek?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
man this is pretty cool. i dont even need to understand the culture to know that lots of talent went into this. good job =)