He offered the verses
Of his youth
At my altar –
Offered his soul
Everlasting devotion.
And I was
A stone goddess
Who could not be satisfied
With these humble offerings.
Oh, then when my devotee
Turned his face away
Turned into a non-believer
I awoke
From my divine slumber
And became a woman.
So now I offer
The verses of my youth
At his altar
Ask for clemency and love
And think of the warmth of his shrine.
Oh, God –
What games we mortals play!
Vanita Shukla Hork, 1984
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The Goddess and the Devotee
A very good one. And such a pity about the relationship. But at some times in our own lives, we are not ready for it. Hugs
Thank you so much, Brigitte

Beautiful portrayal of spurned love, the awakening and mature appreciation of its true value
Thank you so much, John
