Queen of universe,
Seated on Panch-Tatva throne!
The sublunary soul, flame of expanse
Shining, shimmering and loving,
Giving and forgiving like a mother.
With all courteousness and righteousness
With heavenly offerings, She enriches our life.
Her seasonal visits, a sheer bonanza of gifts!
Alas, since time immemorial She is witnessing
herald of menace, cacophonies of the world.
Her dignity faded to a penumbra plea.
She bleeds profusely from deep hurt.
Her wound progressive yet unseen.
In seclusion, she cries in the fold of clouds
Her pain shed teary rain in the lap of ocean.
Yet, with an infatuated heart and scintillating urge
She listens to the unheard voice all the while.
The voice, firm and soothing
Like magical symphony
Whisper divine hymns.
‘Peace on earth be restored’
‘Love on earth be crowned’
‘Souls on earth get enlightened’
When it echoes in the cosmos
Angels sing and dance in mirth.
All the allusions and illusions held dear as possession
Shall fume the negativity in the shallow of darkness.
Positive deluge cleanse the world with invigorating aura.
She desires to witness the dawn of renaissance with all grace.
Where love and oneness worshiped as one religion.
In eternity she awaits for epiphany while sipping desirous dew,
and continues her tireless wait listening to the ‘Unheard Voice’..!
© Maaya Dev