When devotees have withered away
From your courtyard
Some after waiting to be blessed by you
Some getting their prayers answered
By even your denial,
But is denial by you not a kind of
Affirmation,
What do you feel
When clouds feel shy of the
Reflections they see
In the lakes around the
Meadows
Clear and yet confused
Why should reflections be not as serene
As the thoughts
Are you saying that
We have right only to think,
Not feel or do enough
Lest thoughts strike chords
In your heart
And u cannot deny
Any more
Wishes of your ardent devotees