Rain and fire
are sometimes apart
likes lotuses in the water remain untouched
like deserts mirage,my mind will flicker
till drops of eternal prema will whisper
the sound of His flute im the soul of my heart
beyond the mundane whispers of lust..
The world will remain with all kinds of dust
even without my presence ,my words,or my acts.
And unlimited sunrises and moon lights will pass
till the Devine Mercy cross beyond through my heart
And drops of His lilas will dispel the dark
as Syama supremely enlights His devotees hearts..