Fire, Holy Fire, rejuvenate me!
My past, present, future are thee,
My soul bearer, life giver fire,
You're both my adornments and my attire.
As Sati, You consumed me,
I was overwhelmed to be born again,
As Parvati; the owner of transcendental beauty & lustrous mane.
As Vedavati, yet once more,
I took Your shelter as before,
Dishonour; I refuse to obey,
To else's words, why should I fall prey?
As Sita, here I was born,
When the Heavenly Earth was torn,
Innocence, I lost never,
Yet my virtues were questioned forever.
As Panchali, I was created out of You,
Personality with perfection; imperfections none to few,
And I offer You my sufferings to burn,
Hoping to get Justice & Respect in return.
Today, I am born a human; undivine,
But still a rebel born to cross the line,
My past births, I won't forget so soon,
My pain & suffering; a bane or a boon.
The Altar of Divine Fire,
Keep burning brighter and higher,
Within every woman's heart and soul,
So that She may not forget Her Absolute Goal.
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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...
