Dearest, -may I have such wish, <br />Like a running river Your bliss, <br />In my retreat, in my pilgrimage, <br />An anchored Will of your grace. <br /> <br />The hands will be busy in plucking flower, <br />The eyes would bear Your Majesty’s profile, <br />The feet would travel, the doors of marvels, <br />And the heart would hold your Divine image. <br /> <br />The tongue would breeze, your name’s music, <br />And the ear would hear your silent voice, <br />Nothing but You, would remain as constant trace. <br /> <br />Remake, rebuild, and reform, <br />The habit oriented conventions and norms, <br />And unfold the realm of Vast Unconscious, <br />Retaining therein Your Divine touch.<br /><br />Bazi alis Subrata Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-devotee-s-prayer/
