Your Unconditional Love. Poem by Subrata Ray

Two breads and one loincloth,
And the nature with air and stream,
Are enough for your vagabond pilgrim!

Wonder I, if not for me, why they are,
The cozy grass, blooming flowers and stars,
The melody of different notes and tones,
Sprout empathy with no condition at all,
The rain showers, seasons bedecks, dew falls.

Prearranged they are, for all species and genres,
From your love, by your love and for your love,
You pour yourself in every container, -your mystic harp,
And let your inmates play with you, as lambs do with Lamb.

Mine is love in conditions, with no condition imposed by you,
A rent-less home, air for breathing, and fields to roam,
And thought, word, feeling, -that plasma conscious peep,
Reflect, flash, and appear, -from You within, buried deep.

May it be so, that I may go abreast to seek your worth,
With no condition, but You, -from birth to birth!