Prayer

Listen to my prayer O' seeking soul divine; grant every blossomed bloom Atonement by reaching them His sacred feet. But never nip a bud O' weary body; for tomorrow is theirs for which they wait their little minutes and short seconds with folded petal-eyes and a million hope-grains of pollen. Know thee O humble soul... every flower is born with a right to Nirvana. After a billion births this is their shortest journey on earth. This is the last sojourn of jeeva... with ephemeral breath. This is the birth climactic, this is the birth supreme, this is their swan song; when ends the eons of wait of an eager soul in colourful flower-capsule. Hence O Realized soul reach it His sacred feet!