Omkar N.
Wakhlu & Bharat Wakhlu
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Chapter 30
A Riddle
A Poem by Khem Lata Wakhlu
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A riddle I understood
When I found myself within
me.
What did I stumble upon, in
my search ?
I was dead to my own self. |
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In that death I found
life.
The whole universe was born
anew.
The thorny bush was blooming
with flowers;
In embers I found the
moonshine cool. |
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The water-falls were
leaping with joy, their anklets jingling.
Swan-like my mind flew afar
I embraced the trees singing
in the breeze,
Who whispered and revealed
the Truth to me. |
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You are mine and I am
yours,
They too are our own.
Who are the strangers then?
Why these dark veils on our
eyes? |
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My veil is already torn to
shreds,
And my empty wine glasses
(my heart) are filled with love.
The pearls of morning dew I
collected,
Made a beautiful necklace
for the Pretty One. |
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I collected the honey of
love in my lap
And distributed cups-full to
all.
My soul, in full blossom,
began to dance,
Like a humble bee hovering
over a flower. |
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