Precious in the heart of the one she admires
Fine is the quality of her subdued offerings
Some words as she gently touches his thoughts
Awake in sleep and deep unto his being
Unravelling the mysteries of her own consciousness
She revels in the splendour of her soul's longing
To be understood and owned responsibly
Cared with concern as shared with surrender
Blended with the purity of flowering fresh thoughts
She brightens up to another special day
Filled with the lulled tunes of her singing heart
She wakens up the the altar of hopeful solitude
a lovely poem...the tender romantic devotion of an indian woman...wonderfully conveyed
a poem devotionally romantic, Janani...your deity must have accepted your devoted offerings...no doubt indeed...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what we pray for is more important than who we pray to.....