Meerabai... The Soul Of Music Poem by Tapashya Das Sinha

Says the woman of divine devotion;
“Forever for thee,
Laid my soul in sleeping,
Weeping mine love,
Mine life knows no walking…
Desiring thy bounty,
Me frails
In tears of emotions
My present sails…
My fingers pluck over
The strings of my lute,
While my ears conceive
Thy divine melody
Of thy flute…
Thee lilt mediate me whole,
In exult,
Folds mine eyelids,
The glory of thy oculus unfold,
The whole depicts my soul…
In thy oasis of lyricism,
My faith of devotion
Is on its extreme,
Ruthless the world
My love is on lips of criticism…
In thy shades of
Green calm feathers,
Me feels,
The warmth and cold,
Bounty and its seasons together,
My hairs blow in thy breath,
Thy presence rotates me,
The world, its weather…
Ye,
The ray serene,
Me the molded crust,
Thy peeling anthem of love,
Awaken me again,
From the silent dust…
Thy sounds of music
Lit the earth, its physic,
Me a beetle-flake to thee,
Lull me whole thine music,
Mine to me the least specific…
Why thee so unworthy to me?
Always there, ye for the world
Except me…
Oh thou!
The sparkling coal,
Nevertheless a merciless soul,
Speak aloud
Bathe me all
In thine showers of intimate clouds…
Who am I?
Plead I thee!
In seek of reply…
My mind has restricted
Thinking rest,
Since I held my head,
On crest of thy soul’s chest…
Me flowing calm
In thy stream of music’s,
Tapping my life on its feet,
In thy arcs of rhythm…
Thy shadow on me the sky,
A single touch of thou on me the shy…
Behold me my wings,
The day is now,
In praise of ye,
Desires my love to sing…
Thou in me my whole
Rejoice mine destiny,
‘Thee the music of mine soul! ’”