A Hymn To Her

I pluck the question from thin air

And hold it up to thee on bended knee

My breath's fog carries my fear

Mark it oh heavens, my Beloved answers me

Witness me, oh Empress tree

As the eighty different tulips bloom

I wait for her on snow and sleet

As the air still breathes her perfume

Before they resolve to dew

Her footprints climb the hill

And it is here I bid adieu

For I've loved her and love her still

If like thy prints, thine heart melts too

Prithee, return to me

For I shall thaw my heart anew

As each beat claims my love for thee

I need not their cross in my mind

Nor no philosophy

Thus I follow thou and follow blind

'Cause thee meets all my unmet needs

So unpetal me with thine answer

Or twine thine roots with mine

For my love for you will always spring

Whether 'tis storm, fall or sunshine

 - By Ritvij. 25/Nov/2022. At home, Raebareli.