In this dark solemnizing mind
I find net of requests,
My heart goes making prayers,
and offer you flowers every hour..
Looking at the moon,
lost in the quagmire of illusion,
spliting of joy in heart,
craving for your love.
I behold every moment,
pray wholeheartdly in
every solemn breathe.
Won’t you come to me?
leave me never alone.
In this overwhelming effulgence of your divine-light,
I beg for your merciful
glance.
looking at you and drinking your love
is yet my another wish, unable to stop
these unremitting wishes at the door my heart.
I stand here to seek your embrace and grace
at your lotus feet.
by Anagha Sharan


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