As the grand celebrations of Mandi Shivratri conclude, a deep silence settles over the valley. Yet, in the hearts of devotees, the echoes of festivity and devotion linger. This poem captures the essence of that spiritual afterglow—the belief that Lord Shiva’s presence is eternal, felt even in the whispering breeze of spring. Though the trumpets may quiet, the soul continues to rejoice, knowing that the divine never truly departs.
The valley falls silent.
But there are echoes in my heart.
Oh! I can hear,
the trumpets of Thy footsteps.
lingering in the spring breeze.
Thou art here, with me!!!
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
No comments:
Post a Comment
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.