I invited God over to my place again
Asked Him to come if He was free
And he gladly accepted the invitation
Said He’ll meet me under the tree.
He rather chose to knock by the first ray
That touched my hair and my cheek
Took me by the hand to the trees
Standing tall and green and sleek.
He pointed to a pinkish bud
And talked about His fascination new
How He planned to make it a rose,
That renders a beauty to the dew.
We sat by an ethereal table
Delicately laid just for me
Sipping the heavenly wine with fruits
Looking over to the mystic blue sea.
We walked through the highs
We together crossed the deep
Then He took me home to retire
And sat by my bed till I was fast asleep.
As I got up in the morning
I remembered having a dream
I had called God over to my place again
And He had stayed over ever since the first light beam.
Palak.
23.12.05
4:00 p.m.
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