Janmastami : The Birth Divine
In the darkest dead of night
Hours of deluge and deaths, denials
Comes the child in swelling waves
Of human tears in cosmic trials.
The groves resound with melody
Divine flute in rhapsody
The world revolves in godly rhythm
Enchanted in a celestial design.
The flute pervades the decay and rust
Love replaces putrid lust
In eternal flames of divine grace
Surrender of the self benign.
@Dr. Piku Chowdhury