I was wondering of writing
a sweet poem at this late hour,
When life seems to be neither sweet
nor bitter, only a little sour.
I have a home in the mountains
surrounded by clouds and lushful Giri,
I belong there, not here- this
lonely city feels to me very eerie.
Where my master’s face shines brighter
than the full-faced moon,
I’d sing songs at his lotus feet
I wish he calls me to home soon.
Meanwhile, he made a beautiful place
for his devotees- a virtual paradise,
Kind souls looking after each other-
some naive like me and some very wise.
I’ve found a kind and loving family
by all this good grace,
To thank you with all my heart- words won’t suffice
even if I write for days.
I’m still a scared and meek child
figuring out what her truth is,
I will write with Truth and Honesty at least-
a promise to my virtual family ’tis.
P.S.- I realised after completing writing the poem when I read it aloud to myself that the hour and sour in the first stanza doesn’t actually rhyme. Ah! forgive me, I’m still learning.😅
I hope I could convey my love for you all through this poem. 💚