When devotees have withered awayFrom your courtyardSome after waiting to be blessed by youSome getting their prayers answeredBy even your denial,But is denial by you not a kind ofAffirmation,What do you feelWhen clouds feel shy of theReflections they seeIn the lakes around theMeadowsClear and yet confusedWhy should reflections be not as sereneAs the thoughtsAre you saying thatWe have right only to think,Not feel or do enoughLest thoughts strike chordsIn your heartAnd u cannot denyAny moreWishes of your ardent devotees
