The Sun kisses eastern
horizon with its glow,
The darkness of night
feds gradually,
But the gloom in my heart
stays unmoved
As an emptiness
engrosses my soul in your absence.
The doors of temples
open for the devotees,
Their gods and
goddesses listen to their prayers,
Accept their
offerings and fulfill their desires.
But the goddess I worship
so earnestly,
Bolts the door of her
temple from inside,
Leaving me empty, praying
and crying.
I stand waiting for
her to open,
Hear my prayer, accept
my offerings,
Forgive my wrong
deeds,
And bless my pen.
I trust the sincere vibrations
of my heart,
The real and pure
tears of my eyes,
The generosity of the
soul, I worship,
Hence, I have a hope
that overpowers my emptiness.
Intense and lovely.
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