Splendour Intransient


 

I was brought to this garden,
        by the Muse (Euterpe), lovely and wise,
        and breathtaking the beauty I saw,
        of the garden before my eyes.
       
        The three keepers welcomed me,
        hailing me as one of their own,
        I felt at peace there, and content,
        no longer solitary, no longer alone.
       
        My heart was warmed,
        by the Embers that Glow,
        and nurtured thus with care,
        my words began to flow.
       
        I took delight in watching,
        the playful GlowWorm flit about,
        he made me feel I belong here,
        and I believed it beyond doubt.
       
        There were other angels too,
        as I began to know,
        to whom, for my happiness,
        a great deal do I owe.
       
        Over hearts does Rajaram rule,
        like a majestic king,
        all do respect him,
        and praises of him sing.
       
        AHO's words of wisdom,
        are valuable as pearls,
        his thought-provoking thoughts,
        send my mind into whirls.
       
        Helena, always like a beacon,
        to guide a ship from a tempest,
        whenever troubled, like little birds,
        all seek refuge in her nest.
       
        Gopal, with his beautiful words,
        that match a ready wit,
        makes everyone cheerful and happy,
        and keeps the flame of love lit.
       
        Lovely to read, Riya's musings,
        a sensitive heart do portray,
        great depth her words have,
        and a lot of feeling betray.
       
        And how could I forget Dave,
        and his flowing verse,
        in his inimitable style,
        so many emotions his words traverse.
       
        Newly born, is little Teardrop,
        but now an integral part,
        whose writings convey so much,
        and we love 'em with all our heart.
       
        There are so many others too,
        sparkling like stars in the sky.
        All that I wish is we never scatter,
        and to each other, always remain nigh.

          
~ Rachit ~

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