Dear Lord/ Allah/ Bhagwan/ Gulaabo
From the height of the sun, to the breadth of the moon,
Through the apex of this wooden fence teenager,
She declared herself as kaleidoscope contrasts,
Misunderstood, proving her tow into the mediocre shore,
A breathing declaration, touching water and flame,
She was a pot of revelation and revolution,
Until and unless she met the sanctuary of Unison,
Until and unless she realizes the churning milk of Tacenda,
Hypocrisy, Rhetoric, Greed ricocheted from every bits,
She understood the self love in every twirls,
Destiny protected her inner moon, by locking it's star,
The hibiscus incense of Divine inhaled in her roots,
The love of divine, like a dancing smoke,
She ashes her past, aureate her present,
She gifted herself a knife and a river,
Flowering her yin and yang to the supreme lord,
Dear Gulaabo,Allah,Lord, Bhagwan
She loves you.
Jasmine of December
