The Power Of Speech Poem by Gajanan Mishra

The power of speech
Is here with me,
And I want to talk
About you always, dear.

The aural reception
Is here with me
And I wish to hear
About you always, dear.

I have hands and legs
And other senses and
I want to engage them
In your service, dear.

I want to see you, dear,
I want to touch you,
I know I am, dear,
No different from you.

Give me permission dear,
To leave for my home,
In you, the truth.

I believe not
In material conception
Or in any magical performance.

I want to realize you, dear,
But not by any speculation
Not by any other mental
Or mental gymnastics.

I love you, dear,
And as you know love
Knows nothing,
Care no one, but by
Understanding and by
Giving service favorably.
I love you, dear,
For you are being the symbol of
Pure love and affection here.