Silent, unmoved, unshaken she laid,
unbiased and unaware,
of the world, is not what she cared.
Eons passed by so,
indulged in deep vow,
until one day, when the silence broke.
It slowly began to fade,
further and farther,
of that state, was left little reminiscence.
The outer seemed more beautiful,
the Real wrapped in a dim.
However hard she struggled, nothing seemed to quench.
Thus, numerous births followed,
the struggle to reach the peak,
wants increased, with it on par, pain remained.
The struggle still continues,
but now there is spark, there is love, there is hope,
it was always there,
but now the heart speaks, it knows She is there.
aishwarya 🙂 🙂 🙂