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 🙏🌷