While I was plucking the thought-flowers
From the garden of my mind,
While the fragrance of unplucked flowers
Was blowing on me-
The blowing fragrance has
Wished to have intimacy with me!
I have removed my make-up
The flowers have appreciated my move
I have also stopped my desires
The flowers have welcomed my stand
I have played the silence
I have breathed the meditation
The blowing fragrance of unplucked flowers
Pulling me continuously-
I have hovered in myself
I have mingled with myself
There in the sky
Like the messages of the prophets
Clouds subsist !
They have invited me
To have relationship with them-
An unblossomed flower said
"Please wait for me"
After having discounted myself from me
I got ready to be a winner.