On the day when heart gives the sweetest essence

It is again this moment...
Repetitive hands united in a prayer
When the soul asks nothing but serenity

Why I ought to outcry the avarice
Of others destinies divided somewhere
In the Cosmic Courts

Am I not the same manlike creature?
Even when I realize that plants
And animals fear me not

And rainbow of the manifestations
Mock me for myriads of reasons

What they are unable to digest
Nor do they possess capabilities
To achieve is: My Love- is eternal
Overwhelming and sparkling

But not blinding- is mild to the eyes
As it is to the heart

Sour Souls may in vain parade
The elegance of the glamorous prides
Dressed in heavy brocade, velvet and
Spectral muslin

When you open the shell and you
See not the pearl- why your heart
Baths in quinine Spa

Yet your face shows the curved paths
Where boiling tears went through
And moistened the Mesh of your Soul

Listen!
The taste of Love may be a bitter morsel
But its reward is sweeter than the birth
Of the Newborn coming out of heart
Of Mother- The Godling