BRIDE Vavroovahana Patra

Bride goes to the pond;
Through wintery breeze the lotus nods.
The water is wavy;
The atmosphere is hazy.
She bathes in the cool water, serene and sanctified forever.
Who is her lover?
She goes to the temple with flowers,
In the temple Lord Shiva is there.
For worldly worries she never cares.
For anxieties she never bothers; ‘God Siva’ is her eternal Lover.

poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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