The Song

By Geethanjali Dilip

When the mirror speaks to me,

I dive deep into my eyes,

My many avatars surface as I try to recognise them,

One by one several persons loom although I don’t know many of them,

They are persons I had to become although unwilling, yet accepted them,

I befriend them till my lips break into a smile,

Suddenly they aren’t strangers anymore,

I hum my favourite song adorning myself,

I fall in love with the Divine who made me, in a mellow gratitude,

Till it dawns on me that I’m not just humming,

But becoming the song He made of me,

Like every other song He makes of all beings and creation.

By Geethanjali Dilip