--- THE ROSE OF LOVE ---- By Rahul
The rose of love in unfading way,
Speaks of its ambrosial and mystical joy.
The love comes to all with a pleasant force,
But nobody knows its shape and source.
Love is the smile of a baby with endless charm,
Or jumping to mother’s embracing arms.
Love is the mother’s acceptance of kicks in bliss,
While feeding the baby with an adoring kiss.
Love is the pray for others in mosque, church or temple,
And the helping hands of a friend to a friend in trouble.
The selfless service for mankind with a smile,
Or sensing the soul being lost in nature’s beauty for a while.
The dancing dawn of magnificent hues,
That comes from the immortal light of vast blues,
Or the rapturous greetings of the setting sun,
Builds on earth, its grandeur love with endless fun.
The crowning head of the Himalaya for touching sky,
Never forgets to behold the symbol of love in its fly,
Munificently bow itself becoming the Ganga river,
That takes its role to serve all as a loving mother.
The selfless devotion of Radha from her surrendering soul,
In a constant attraction for Krishna as her unconditional goal,
Or the transformed saints into Gopis form in divine joyful play,
And merging of Meera in oneness with Shyam in her besotted pray.
She is not herself now as being entwined with Shyam in love,
Everything in her eyes now seems to be the cast of love and love,
‘The sea, mountains, the aura, myself (Meera) and my acts have
become love,
Because You are love the Divine Joy (Raasa) and I am born from you
with love’.
When Lord Jagannath leaves His throne to Embrace us All,(Raasa
Leela)
In His kind eyes, steals our sorrowful tears before that fall,
And blossoms in our soaked lips with a smile of happiness,
Filling all our heart with endless love of sweetness.
The transcendent flavour of the rose from the merciful ocean,
Being embodied as the nature of the Supreme of all creation,
Sows its seeds of ultimate divine bliss in our heart’s cave,
To bloom agelessly in different colours of love.
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