SUI GENERIS

M. G. VENKATESAIYA

I

I long to see

Your features;

But You have

No form.

I long to touch

Your contours;

But You have

No body.

You walk into my

Fickle mind

With a march

Unperceived.

Yet the deep silence

Brings me

A voice bewitching and

Harmonious.

II

Oft haven’t I

Praised You

Without adequate

Meed?

Oft condemn'd You

Without chastisement

Meet?

did it occur

To me

You couldn’t be

So chained,

By words of praise

Of sounding air

That flow from a

Mortal’s mouth.

III

What manner of

Interpretation,

What path of

Meditation,

Can bring You nearer

To me?

Can man born of man

Clasp You that have

No birth

No death?

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