My Love In Simplicity Poem by Suriya ...

These jasmines,
White and ethereal,
Softer in their essence,
Lie in a heap, pure and true.
My hands spinning them
Into garlands to thee
My deity!
What can I offer you?
But my love, only my love;
Though yours intoxicates me.
In your love, I sit down,
And bask in Thy glory endlessly.
My deity!
The air is cooler and pure!
The jasmines get ready
To deck Thee, in a floral beauty.
Outside the rain keeps pouring
Every single drop, chanting your name
The garlands in my hand are but
My love in simplicity.