Raindrops | Poetry

thy love a blessing!

Lo!
Let me wash my unclean hands
In the gurgling waters of Ganga,
And carefully adorn my wrists with
Garlanded tassels of Rajanigandha.

O my love, only then show
On my little palms thy love.
The cloud may blush at that sight
As chirping and cheering goes the dove.

I shall offer thy love on a gold plate
At the holy gates of the temple at morning.
No other offering could satisfy the Heavens.
Such is the power of thy love and being.

All my sins shall be muffled in
The enthralled cries of the morning prayer,
As the smell of thy presence, mingled with that of
Incense sticks, calls each and every soul here.

Blessed twice am I to be the container of
Your heavenly love and the Heavens.
O love, ne'er cease to bless me with thy love
And I shall ne'er cease being thy worshiper.

Author's Note:

Glossary: 1) Ganga - A river flowing between India and Bangladesh, which is considered to be holy. It is said to wash away all sins of man. 2) Rajanigandha - Means 'The Fragrance of The Night'. It is a flower that is both mythical and magical, its nectar said by some to have special powers and its scent magical to all who experience it. Common name is tuberose.

This poem is about how his love had been a blessing and cleansed all her sins, making her pure and lively back again. =)♡

Inspired By Guru Rabindranath Tagore's poem "I cannot remember my mother".

P.S. This poem was published in the Issue #1 of chiliadmagazine 's online magazine!