WHEN THOU ART AT MY LAP


When thou art at my lap:
Even lead seems to me enviably soft
Even nail tips touch like blooms’ tuft
Even dry hays become silky fabric
Even water plants turn wools terrific!

When thou art at my lap:
My mind is as agile as a dancing deer
A pittance fetches me a endless cheer
Each moment seems to me like festivity
Even the drab earth turns a heaven pretty!

When thou art at my lap:
Even poison tastes like sweet nectar
Even blood drops turn pearls of lustre
In dark fortnight, appears the Moon
Everything looks beautiful so soon!

When thou art at my lap:
Like a moment a long eon seems
Ah! Happiness abounds and teems
Yes, to me even darkness is light
I prevail over the earth in delight!


When thou art at my lap:
The whole life becomes poetry
Flows there a river of boundless glee
Love brings all perfection and fulfillment
What else can pour so much contentment?

* THOU ART – YOU ARE

©Shankar D Mishra 26.05.2017
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