Oh my Divine Beloved!

Now you don’t need mirror to see your reflection,

You can look at me to feel your perfection…

You have taken my inner-self, in your creative hands so soft,

Shaken with visionary criticism, my every immature thought…

In the mold of your wisdom, you placed that kneaded soul,

Transformed it so beautifully, to play divine magical role…

In the furnace of your anger, you burnt it till hardly hot,

To strengthen and prevent it from any hidden risk of rot…

Then you filled the vibrant colors of, your love in that being,

With this flute of your love, you can play your melody and sing…

It is someone so pure, so new, so divine and so true,

Now it is not me my Love, it is YOU and only YOU…

BY: Dr. Prachi Singh

Original and Unpublished