Gone away, the days I feel the night stronger than ever
Whispering a dream in red I can see colour as She sleeps
Far away with lotuses a kingdom is welcoming a queen
Dawn and day are the same no time left in between
I come from a place where people talk in whispers
Gentle souls with gentle gestures
Hovering over a billion lotuses
A whispering queen no one notices
I have pronounced a sadness today
But the departed Queen spoke as She lay
I lived to whisper a lotus in you
And I will whisper so many flowers in you
Come and gather in the lotus lake
Not a place but a body of fluid grace
Where one is bathed in auspicious scents
Of wafting benedictions and ambrosial blends
A lighter light knows all that is little
Our thoughts crossed in a world so subtle
The Queen and me beyond the mind
Landed on a lotus and with the Gods we dined
I sit in a place thinking of the queen
Left behind in a flood of tears that She cleans
As each drop breaks the embankment of the eye
I hear a voice telling me not to cry
The lotus whisperer can be anywhere
There is no choice but to be aware
There is no harbinger to the whisper of the queen
A lotus just emerges killing all that is unclean
At midnight on the last day of destiny
I will hold a lotus for the best in me
A rain of lotuses we wish upon us
A lotus whisper each is your gift for us.
Anand Varma
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