Consort Poem by C. P. Sharma

You are the ocean
Of millions of oceans
I am an audacious drop
You are the fire
Of a million suns
I am a tiny spark
In me pride barks

I boast of my mind
Try to assimilate you
Trapped in imagination
I rue, with you don't glue
In many a ways
On canvas paint you
But miss the real beau

I try to capture you
in my musical notes
I claim divinity
Still the nightingale haunts
From the den lion taunts
In your perfection
My being doesn't flaunt

When I am knowledge drunk
You ever evade
Submerging into you
I become the ocean
The eternal fire of devotion
Lights up my being
As your Radha I swing