How long before the doors so tightly sealed Against the Presence and the force of Love, The shuttered windows of the mind shall yield To Light's descent and bliss revealed above.
When shall the sorrow of the world abate And oneness tie the tattered threads of dreams, A harmony beyond to consecrate And to the seas of God unite the streams
Of life that run in narrow rivulets Or flow meandering through sunless plains And in our rushing fantasies forgets The source and substance of the soul's domains,
A heart that widens consciously to know, A spirit seeking for its misplaced key, Transcendent God who fills this world below And waits our turning towards Divinity.
(First published in Mother India - September 2003)
Poems 2003 (33)
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