Divine Consort

He who creates, preserves and destroys To Him I am wedded. The alliance fixed Even before I am conceived. At an age tender When a girl’s friends are the dolls All my dreams are rendered false And my life torn asunder The confines of the temple Become my world Hardships and toil Are at me hurled A day in a year Is all that fate permits Without any fear For me to walk the streets Then am the divine consort Respected by all The rest of the days Men lurk to pounce and maul I desire not To be the consort of God With a man of human flaws Is all that I desire to abode…..