Slowly as the Sun sets low,
She arranges the bed and pillow,
Putting Her Son to sleep,
Slumber waiting to conquer Him deep.
But He has worries and doubts inside,
And asks His Mother, turning to Her side,
"Mother, tell me, what is love?
Is it a wonder, is it a light, or a dove?
His Mother's usually grim face,
Turns to a smile in a slow pace,
"Oh son, what do I tell you about this beauty?
Indescribable, but I must try, as a mother's duty."
"Of all wonder, it's the greatest miracle,
Of all light, it's delight in it's highest pinnacle,
Of all birds, it's the sweet and serene dove,
Yes, it's love, yes it's love, a gift from the Heavens above."
The son raises His eyebrows in surprise,
"Mother tell me more, for you're so wise,
I've never heard of these tales before,
Sing me wonderful bedtime folklore."
She closes Her eyes, as a drop of tear,
Down Her face it scrolls clear,
It's a tear of ecstasy, so pure,
An emotion, a feeling, serene to endure.
When Shiva opened His eyes to Parvati, the maiden,
Amidst the dark mountains, icey and snow laden,
His heart opened to the warmth of love,
And He felt a bond, older than time and the Gods above.
Everyone runs after Shree, seeking the prize,
But She chose the One with the Lotus eyes,
Who's patient and respects Her, values Her for who She is,
Love is pure, love is Divine, for true love is this.
Sita met Rama in the garden, Her Divine spouse,
And He broke Shiva's bow, but never his vows,
Hand in hand, going through trials and callus,
But together, their exile was more sweeter than any royal palace.
And thus ends her storytime, memories to keep,
As Yashoda puts Her Gopala to sleep,
The world remembers Him by Her name,
Yashoda Nandan, the epitome of love, they proclaim.
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Pristine Love - Poems of Divine Adoration
Poetry"Destiny clearly has a great and magical role in the coming together of two hearts which are meant to be together and beat as one." What does Love feel like? It must be truly divine for my heart beats with rhythm at the mention of My Beloved. Yes, L...
