Poems

 

 

 

 

 

You will hide,
And I will search.
You will become water,
And I will become thirst.
You will become an ocean,
And I will become a river.
You will become a flower,
And I will become a bee.
You will become a flame,
And I will become a moth.
You will become God,
And I will become a man.
You will become my love,
And I will become your lover.
In this way only, we decided to play.
~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha