"His Sweet Nothing!"

"His Sweet Nothing!" O! How can I even thank you for things I've not done... He picked me up from the darkest corner... And breathed life in me. 'A bitter nothing was I, as he chiseled and transformed me.' And then he sends accolades my way, as though I've done these works instead! "When he alone is the doer!" And the one who never rest! For how can I ever forget if not for him...I'd be lost. And so I offer all these flowers of praise, that thou shower upon me, at the feet of my Lord. For now I'm happy to be "His Sweet Nothing!" And that I shall always be! Copyright: Meghna/2017

PS: after many of my Sai family reached out to me after seeing the peacock painting.