Some melt down at your feet,
by grace of a mere look of yours.

Some live in your heart always,
but arrive as blooms of your love.
They spread aroma of your mystic purity,
smearing spring mist all over the world.

Some live afar afloat in your thoughts.
Many live in your dreams as a dream.
Some arrive late as usual and depart,
As soon as your embrace release them.
They swing n’ sing as peacock feathers in your mind.

Some delve deep into your heart by chats;
Chanting your’ Mantra’ as password to purity.
Some create a rapport with you by their good deeds,
whom you remember in your thoughts.

Let me worship you by this concoction of a poem.
Would I be graced by a smile of your heart?
Or just let me look at you ever and ever.
So that I do not see anything anymore.

By Sateeshan Rangorath