Separation

Called suddenly a voice,

And She looked up;

She wasn't given a choice,

And She followed her.

From a distance She could see,

The majestic chariot was ready;

Heart started getting white you see,

And Her hands weren't steady.

What would I do without Him?

How would I breath without Him?

She thought in dismay.

As if life was being sucked out,

As if draught captured Her voice;

As if rain flooded out, from Her eyes,

As if Her legs had to decide:

To just run after the chariot.

Just a last glimpse of His beauty,

Just a moment of hearing,

She thought in dismay.

Being embraced by His remembrance,

By His divine love;

She kept tearing out from a distance,

And saw Him leaving,

And She was in bitter sweet separation:

From Her Supreme most beloved.