O Love!

O Love!


O love, you have
Lit a searing flame
That devours me slowly and
Leaves me unconsumed.

Ever longing for the
moments of encounter.
I enter now through a door
I knew was there

Where moments flit by
And breath suspended
All are called to this realm
But only few enter

O love divine, I have come
Drawn by the reins cast on me
By the blind lover,
for I see only mire and soot

And you the possibility
Lying dormant in me
Subdue me I lay passive
Longing every moment
for your touch.

Poem by: Dr. Sr. Vanitha