Sweet Silent Rhyme


I strived to know, of what psyche I'm made
From where suddenly unfolds this or that trait
And without my knowing, I'm afraid,
Shapes my day-to-day life, and thus my fate?

I craved to mend my poor home's every side,
But wasn't able to break free from my dome.
This agony, and often having a rough ride
Showed the cunningness of that insidious worm.

Haply, then, from the blues a herald came,
"Thou art wholly mine, so, here with whom to fight?"
That rested my heart in sweet silent rhyme,
Making within the way for thy dear delight.

O beloved, help me to settle in this abode,
So, my eyes can kiss thy wealth on any road.

© Mohan Vaishnav 

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