Poem: Shiva, My Warrior
A New Morning... A New Beginning... A New Hope.
O’ Rama, I pine for your pious presence,
Beloved, this exile seems endless;
My Heart is lost somewhere
In a domicile of narrow gas-lit streets,
Look, even the candle fails to assuage
This abysmal ache that persists
Deep in the alley of my Soul.
O’ Lakshmana, I suffer to grasp
For one last breath
At the shore of boundless sorrows,
As I am swayed away
By my own ocean of tears;
Where has this destiny brought me?
O’ Shiva, O’ Warrior of Warriors!
O’ Destroyer of fear! O’ epitome of Light!
Be still, my Beloved, be still.
Let your hand remain above my head,
Caressing my weeping Heart,
As I remain speechless
With your smile-Delight.
~ Copyright © Surabhi Kaura 2016
Jai Shiva! Jai Shiva!
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