(45) A Prayer

(45) A Prayer
Like the rosy—leaved Lotus in centripetal position,
her folded hands and closed eyes in rapt attention,
A docile cow perhaps, an austere devotee in inexplicable piety,
kneels down in the sanctum sanctorum with all humility,
her lip movement reverberates like inchoate plans,
Yet the mind in full tender ,terrestrial composes;
droplets of tears roll down her cheeks,
in full recognition of His everlasting Grace,
her eyes slowly open like that of the sunflower,
in augmenting a warm welcome to the rising sun of power,
she desires to continue, devoid of distraction,
yet domestic responsibilities in full concentration,
fully getting the Angelic nod and approval,
marching ahead and in mind’s plan fair and total.