You Make Me Rich! Poem by Seema joglekar

You Make Me Rich!



Bless my little heart!
Fortune kissing your forehead, it has drawn you to me,
To clasp you to my heart, over a hundred stormy seas,
Till Love and Strife have together yielded their all,
Harnessed their riches to the star's hallowed call.

Bless my little heart!
Churning, brings the treasures of open seas,
To complete the worship of everyday.
Yielding their wealth in the purpose of my life,
When clutching my hand you take me on your way.

Bless my little heart!
With you near me, I have so much to give,
Like the fond arms of love, all you touch sparkle and glow,
Roaring and cascading catch it as they flow,
Nothing I could lack with such riches to bestow.

Bless my little heart!
Rich as a red lotus breaking the sleeping waters,
I reign, over the burden of my ordained task,
When you give like a lit lamp to everyone else,
But from me you beseechingly ask.


SEEMA.J.
23rd October,2014.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Love
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