On that silent night with You,
many untold dialogues had been left pending.

Why do thousands of thorns reside in floral gardens?
Why does the stream follow a rugged path?

Why does the lotus blooms in dirty, stinking water?

Why does a dark path appear on this joyful earth?
On this creation,
anointed with colourful dreams
of love and affection
why does the shadow of destruction dance?

Why do ego and pride forcefully
need to learn to surrender unto Your feet?

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On a still night,
I am yet to convey many unspoken things to You.

Why are there countless thorns in a rose garden?
Why do streams flow along rugged paths?
Why does the lotus, full of fragrance bloom in turbid waters?
Why does the earth, full of smiles, revolve in a dreary orbit?
Why does the shadow of death dance over the entire creation,
bubbling with love, compassion and colourful dreams?
Why do pride and vanity abjectly surrender to Your feet?