Will the "road" I painted lead me to You?
The garden is white with spring blossoms and jasmines.
I watered all your flowers with my tears.
I painted a "bench" in the garden.
A separate "chair" for You! A "swing"!
O You have so many choices, my Lord.
I invited a group of musicians in to the picture.
The silent swans on my pond are thirsting for You.
The velvet rung of the red roses in my picture
Are still waiting for the caress of Your feet.
~ Guity Khoshdel ~
(Sanathana.Sarathi - Sept. 1992)
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