A Token Of Gratitude, - To Sareena Lal Poem by Subrata Ray

While I think of the divine beauty in us,
Souls like you come hovering with a focus,
I feel the fragrance, feel the touch.

Love, -the miraculous medicine finds,
Its truest administering in drooping spirit,
Your greeting, awakens and illumines.

The sun needs no recommendation to spread its light,
Who ever he/she may be on the bare earth, -receives sight.
And by innate virtue, -reflects the divine beams!