On the ninth day of Navratri, coinciding with Ram Navami, the heart reaches its highest pitch of devotion. This poem is a prayer shaped by yearning, whispered at the doorstep of the Divine. Inspired by the quiet culmination of nine sacred nights, it captures a devotee’s longing, love, and ultimate surrender. When the Lord’s glimpse answers the prayer, pain dissolves into peace. In that moment, the soul knows—it is heard, it is held, it is salvaged.
Oh! And I yearn for Thee,
with a heart full of love.
Oh! And I stand at the doorstep,
waiting for Thee to come.
Oh! And, I pray earnestly,
longing, for Thy blessed glimpse.
Oh, do You hear me
as I place my faith in Thee.
Oh! And Thy beatific sight,
my burdens dissolve,
I am salvaged.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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