UNION
Beautiful is your land -rain-soaked and calm
Where butterflies come to sit on my palm,
Weaving dreams of honey and beams of moon
In a breezy night with drizzles of monsoon;
Caressing the buds of your thirsty lips
In a sweet assurance to the earth
Of million’s healthy birth
Of golden fruition in days to bloom.

And the oriole asking ‘Aren’t you ready for song?’
Sitting on your black tresses stretching quite long
On krusnachuda nestling against your shining body;
And the lover in me questioning the self many a time
If, if the moment of crisis is too near and ready.

Stars get ready to dance in jubilation
To celebrate this lovely union
Of a drenched earth and a sky in showers
And from above a ceaseless rain of flowers.