Bereft thou my orphan soul doubts its entity
thy vicinity completes my being
embrace of thy is the safest space in my wisdom
'tis the flowers that hath bloomed by thy sweat,
hath boon of uncommon blush and glow.
heed at the vigor and valour of thy heart,
the ocean ran diminutive of shame.
gazing at the charm and grace of thy face,
lays down the goddesses envy.
kissing thy skillfull hands busy of labour,
I would lie down dead, if me it tires.
stretched out unto end, thy silver locks,
forefront it's shelter, what would man furnish?
quenching my thirst, unveil who art thou??
“who else than a “originator” will I be,
motherland, mother nature and thy mother am I”
spoke softly a voice concealed and invisible
thy course and path, I kept wondering and wondering and wondering..............
