A Pauper's Tale

You glance down upon my desolate soul...... Entrapped within your eyes the silent glitter of the universe. Your beautiful hair is enlightened by the sunlit waves of the Ganges..... Let me kneel beneath the ends of this earth and with my tears cleanse your feet, my Goddess, the embodiment of love. My offerings at heart are traumatized by the eternal wave of arrows, my fate....... You have blessed this world with sweet music, your enchanting voice...... Yet drowns my joy, this immutable rhythm of endless cries. You have subjected me, a lonely flower, amidst this realm of thorns...... my roots cannot compete any longer, my soul is being ebbed of what joy remains. “Speak to me my Lord, tell me what I have done wrong!” The gentle agitations of a cocoon, disrupt my train of thought.... She slowly struggles her way out with what strength she has, this beautiful butterfly... Oh how sweet is this symbol of freedom gracefully flapping its wings. I see my Lord, I see everything now....... Only through suffering can one reach salvation......... With this thought engraved, I shall prolong my love for you, forever and ever.... Amen