From prose to poetry. It was effortless and I am still wondering how. I dedicate this poem to all the masters, saints and the lovely angels who are with us all the time. It’s just that we don’t realize. I became a poet for now.
My Dear Saint
Oh My dear Saint, Oh! My dear Saint
Welcome to my life and Paint ,
Gazing at you I faint,
Because I want to gain,
I am for sure in pain.
Flowing in my life is grace,
Looking at the glow in my face,
You are running fast in pace,
Devotees bowing down to you in race
Bowing down to you oh! my divine,
Praying that you are in the heart of mine,
Want to take tuition from your intuition,
No mention of your passion and dispassion.
You say Love moves the world,
But you move the world around me,
Sutras of love, peace, harmony and tranquility,
You are the epitome of humility and the guru of spirituality.
You are Krishna, You are Buddha
You are Jesus, You are my Allah
You are in my heart
I can never keep you apart.
Oh! My dear Saint, Oh! My dear Saint.,
Welcome to my life and paint!
As your love for me and many will never go in vain
- Janaki Gopikrishna
- Just Janaki & Krishna