I sit as a question mark
Nay, I am question mark
You come as answer
Nay, You become answer
Is it mere one way love?
I search You daily like mad
If You don’t appear
My heart sinks in despair
I sit with agony and doubt
You come as joy and faith
Nay, I am doubt itself
Come as sword to cut myself!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O Divine Spirit, do You see me here? May your starry hands shower grace upon me-the strength to keep remembering You and the sorrow to keep calling You, my only refuge and comfort. Blissful, oh beautiful is your Divine World! Lift me to your world of a million twinkling stars! When I read this poem I remember the above words of Mata Amrutanandamayi…. Wonderful poem expressing the soul…keep writing