Droplets of Nectar, when You shower,
my soul follows yours with a vital pull...
I know the sound your hands make
As they brush with the wind,
and bit by bit i emerge from my heart
and float like a cloud
only to surround your divine essence;
Touching your ecstasy,
I become a flower!
Cant thank you properly for this sacred transformation,
Dearest Mukesh-Amritmay!
my soul follows yours with a vital pull...
I know the sound your hands make
As they brush with the wind,
and bit by bit i emerge from my heart
and float like a cloud
only to surround your divine essence;
Touching your ecstasy,
I become a flower!
Cant thank you properly for this sacred transformation,
Dearest Mukesh-Amritmay!