Twisiting the gold chain
I lay, waiting for you
Tuning my tiny brain -
to a glimpse of grey and blue
Are your feelings same as mine?
Neither able to wine nor dine
Do you ponder over - what to do ?
If "yes", Drop a simple clue.
Amidst the striking light, high up there
Smiling face is what you wear
Slowly bringing up signs of roars
Promising your way - down here, for sure
Was it the sight of a Withering flower
That spelled you into a beautiful shower?
Indeed I accept, you do hear
Our deep prayers forever and ever
May you come a zillion times
Each visit, remain fresh as lime
Soothing calmness - divine crime
Clings on for a lasting lifetime.