Pooja (Photo credit: timtom.ch)
Love came ,it opened the door and left,
It will not come any more.
There is one other guest left to come,
He was the last known.
One day he will come and extinguish the lamp,
And take me with him in a chariot__
from a home to some homeless
Until then I will sit alone with my door open,
I will complete all my work.
When the guest arrives
there will be no obstacle in his path.
The Pooja preparation will be done,
I will be ready__
Quietly I will extend my arms, and receive
the homeless guest.
One who opened the door and left
while leaving he said,
“Wipe off the tears,there is another
guest to come”.
His last words were, “complete stringing
Remove the thorns of life____
In this new abode you the homeless,
Carry this perfect garland.”