You Are My Own Poem by C. P. Sharma

You sing my songs
you seem to be my own
you tickle my being
Who are you?
I don't know
I want to know! ! !

You come as a flood of
loving emotions
in its gushing speed
I flow in your stream
that moment I know not
whither are we going! ! !
I lose the sense of
Time and Space

Who are you?
I don't know
I want to know! ! !

In your melodious voice
in praise of my love
you sing my song
like a love bird
in thirst of my love
you hark me
to sip nectar
from your lips
to be one with me

Who are you?
I don't know
I want to know! ! !

I am your choice
your are my voice
the power of your love
your devotion's adoration
and your love's divine touch
turned this stone into 'Lingum'*

Who are you?
I don't know
I want to know! ! !

Sacrificing your royalty
you accepted Mt. Kailash's
struggle and strife
loved my weird form
with band wagon odd

You sing my songs
you seem to be my own
you tickle my being
Who are you?
Now I know
for ages we have known
in different clones
you are my own

*There is a mysterious or indescribable power or 'Shakti' in the Linga, to induce concentration of the mind, and helps focus one's attention. That is why the ancient sages and seers of India prescribed Linga to be installed in the temples of Lord Shiva. For a sincere devotee, the Linga is not merely a block of stone. It is all-radiant - talks to him, raises him above body-consciousness, and helps to communicate with the Lord. Lord Rama worshiped the Shiva Linga at Rameshwaram. Ravana, the learned scholar, worshiped the golden Linga for its mystical powers.