Bride of God
South of the Vindhyas was I born
Gazed upon eastern shores and its morn
Common place my birth and my kin
So my thoughts and acts, none bore a high sign
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My days were dull, my speech profane
For every rising sun and every moon’s wane
The Blue God in a dream I did once see
My heart is now gripped by His felicity
I ache and nurse now a strange desire
That eats me within like a hungry fire
For I who rose from root and clod
Aspire now to be the Bride of God
Painting Courtesy: Keshav








