Amidst Trillion Others
Myriad stars sweep all over the sky,
Of all, only the Moon stands apart and high,
And showers soothing light all over, why?
It’s its magic, the spell it stirs,
The whitish glow that spills from it,
The wondrous charm that surrounds it,
Set it divine and soul-stirringly pure,
Like does my love ‘midst trillion others.
Billions of lives rise and fall a day
In diverse species all over Universe,
Like worms, humans populate the Earth;
Like a speck of light in infinite darkness,
My love stands out ‘midst throng of lives,
And radiates beauty, truth and eternal hope;
In transience of world, endurance she is,
In survival’s struggle, pure grace she is.
Amidst black broth of envy and enmity,
Of pulling leg and back-stabbing dishonesty
That human lot drinks and vomits in turns,
Love and sacrifice, pure kindness she is,
A drop of ambrosia as white as cow milk;
She belongs to all, yet different from all,
Coagulates never, easily dissolves with all,
Selfless she sails in seas of ego strife.
She is so pure that no impurities touch her,
No ugly world around diminishes her charm;
She is life-force that renders life worth
And brings grace and beauty to the life-force;
In the rage of creation’s senseless spread,
Seldom comes out a gem like my love
To bring back lost grace to this world
And make this creation a balanced process.
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