Everyone Asks Why I Love You... Poem by priyanka choudhury

Everyone asks why I love you
Why love a person who can never love or understand
Don’t they see your silent offering for me?
The copper plate filled with all your heart
Must I shoo you away just because you offer me only muck
Why then should meager devotees go to temples,
If you can’t come to me?

I more lovingly take all your anger,
Than I take other’s love
For I am the source and the conclusion of that enraged spout
no one but me knows how you frolic in my hands....
like a playful kitten
how like the spring of infancy.....
you gently lap at my feet.
All your pride, in my hands, moulded into a beautiful song.

None but me have seen the beauty of your form
I have felt cool relief in your sharp words
the minister will never understand your love for me
like the fish will never understand the weed’s love for the sea.