Lady Of The Realms

By Aranya Mandal

Hark, o heavens above and heed the words I speak,

Let my voice echo from the deepest depth to the highest peak

Hark, o land below the skies and above the hells,

Let my voice ring through the lands like temple bells.

I thank the heavens for blessing me with the gift of sight, 

I thank the glorious Sun in the sky and his shining light,

I thank them for allowing me to witness your beauty, your majesty;

The divinity that drips from you like nectar from a flowery tapestry.

Her every action akin to a jolt of lightning, radiating vitality,

Her every glance vivifying, driving away thoughts of mortality.

Heaven is hell in her absence and hell is heaven in her presence,

Having just a glimmer of her grace akin to the divine’s essence.

By Aranya Mandal