The wind whispers, in silent acceptance
The oceans whisper, in thundering reverence
The sun light whispers, in flirtatious surrender
The grass whispers, in dire humility
The soil whispers, in its moistened love
The trees whisper, in meditative remembrance
The animals whisper, in powerful alertness
The wheat fields whisper, in undying anticipation
My tears whisper, in silence, ablaze
Oh Guru Gobind Singh,
Oh my true Lord King,
when will you
embrace me again
as your beloved Daughter…
Before The Fire of Love,
burning in my heart,
burns any sense I have left in me…
(Dedicated to all lovers of the true Husband Lord, Waheguru)
