With her heart all swollen, her nerves in a trance.
Stepped onto the way of temple
Palmed up a diya and brisked towards
the abode of SHIV
Not only SHIV in the crowd of deities but others too,
grieved out her whole heart.
Arti, rhymed up by the pandits ,
dinging of bells pierced through her now deafened ear.
Lit up the deepak of hope and tranquility,
to refresh everything.
Stood there, she prayed,
she wished, she longed,
she meditated and was lost.
Eyes were blind now.
Ears already were deafened till then.
Her senses all lost.
All she had was GOD alone.