Who are you, the unraveling myth?
Birthed from the depths of imagination,
Fashioned by the hands of steadfast practice.
You embody poetic brilliance,
A descendant from celestial realms,
You are the essence, moonlight's spilled nectar.
Like a flower bursting in Springdale's orchard,
Or the koel's melodious song,
You are the lotus blooming in the lake's shimmer.
A presence, majestic and guiding,
A beacon along my path,
Filling me with joy and ambrosial essence.
Grant me fervor,
The sweetness of missed moments,
And the tantalizing delight of unfulfilled cravings.
Dr. SV Prabhath
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