The Lord, My Beloved! Poem by Anita Sehgal

The blooming flowers
are the smiles of my beloved.

The wind rustling through the trees,
are the whispers of my beloved.

The waves beating on the shores,
are the heart beat of my beloved.

The clouds in the blue sky,
are the footprints of my beloved.

The rainbow on the horizon,
are the many colours of my beloved.

The changing seasons, is the pattern of life woven by my Lord.

The fury, the beauty, the sublimity of nature,
are the many moods of my Lord

The tiptoe of every dawn..
the joy of my Beloved.

In the brilliance of the sunset sinking in the depths of the ocean
HE takes me to his bosom..
wiping out the sweat and tears of the harsh rays of life.

In this peace and bliss,
away from the turmoil of duality,

HE and I exist
And then I too am no more..