"Thy Footprints!"

How I longed...

For thy bountiful gifts that this earth received...

When, Thou walked on its soil...

Cooling it's blazing heat...with thy Bliss!

Many a times you walked passed me,

But never once, did thou let me touch thy lotus feet...

You spoke in thy whispering voice to all...

Yet to me...'thou speak naught!'

And those eyes that showered thy Grace!

"Met not mine..."

Oh! Did I miss thy gifts divine!

For, "Even a grain of sand, I'd be",

Not wanting to part, clinging on to thy lotus feet.

Oh! In all thy impishness...where thou hide...

Or is this all longings of thy lost child.

For thy form sweet!

Yet...Unable to see...

"Thy Presence within"

"Thy Footprints!", That thou silently etched within my heart.

That can never be washed away by time;

For it can only take away thy form.

But, "Not thy essence!"

For now thou breathe within me...

"As Thy Fragrance Divine!"

Concept and painting Meghna Loke @meghnaloke

Video by Atul Loke @lokeatul