A Sonnet

Courtesy Priti Ghosh

I am God’s naught, my becomings a zero sum,
I have shed desire and forded every norm.
I am propped by His will, my acts are His,
I walk by His light, I think because He does.

To our rendezvous long destined I must walk,
Through storm and abyss I will not baulk. 
Old dreams have by the wayside fallen,
I am shorn too of every noble aspiration.

On this destined road I meet travellers familiar, 
Echoes faint of associations past and hearts once dear.
But shadows are these, all vain pomp and colour,
A piffling breath move these, no force or ardour.

My destination is to the heart of that Golden Sun
Through time’s endless loops to Him I must return.

Note: Offered to the Divine Mother, on Dussehra Day 10 of Navaratri 2019, by Kali’s Brood and Murli R.