To My Master Poem by Shouvik Narayan Hore

Life-sprouter Sun! Thou showered forth thy rays
On this tiny seedling that timid lays,
Beneath the loam clayed soil for umpteen days;
Before thy light like a blessing poured all
Thy honeyed lyrics' melancholy call;
And now with thy strength my head erect held,
With branches outspread have I rapid swelled,
I bear wisdom's fruits from spring through fall.

Master! Could I with trifle life repay?
Enter thy kingdom of colours divine
That monumental heart my only shrine,
At whose lotus feet hear solemn voices say,
"Transcend again to that formless form,
Sailing through life's malady like a storm! "