When in contemn for what the world did for me, <br />What talents did it fail and what grace did it cloud, <br />What noble thoughts it sunk in vile dins and sound, <br />In utter despair, my love, I, for light, seek thee. <br /> <br />What heights did I scale, to what vales was I shown, <br />What dreams streamed sublime were crushed and blown, <br />How unkindly was I put down and mercilessly thrown, <br />When, my love, I recount, you, fill in from horizons. <br /> <br />When the shine in my soul tarnishes from blows, <br />When the music in heart turns sour and crows, <br />When deep scars and wounds seize my inner glows, <br />‘Cause of you, holy love, my solace still grows. <br /> <br />How was I mowed, hauled, cursed and blocked, <br />How my quiet little sail all along the sea rocked, <br />I recall in grief and deeply scorn my ill fate, <br />Then, you smile and remind how divine my state is. <br /> <br />You chose me above all as dearest to your soul, <br />Your honeyed love, my love, instates me above all; <br />This heavenly gift, divine love, lifts me as a whole, <br />And grooms me within for all worldly and unworldly call. <br /> <br />You lift my sinking self; bring it to a golden land, <br />Where golden rays of spring everlastingly blossom mind; <br />The unworldly boons of your love overwhelms the worldly grief <br />And readies me to take on ills with smiles and joy in soul. <br /> <br />No dark evils of all the worlds here, above and below, <br />Wither your love's gold-edged divine glow; <br />You fill me with such wealth that I, whether high or low, <br />Need no worldly grace or scope unto me ever flow.<br /><br />Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/036-divine-is-my-state/
