Yielding to Thee
Winds whispered thy name, enchanted I stood,
Watching ripples dance in absolute glee.
Verdant was the turf, frosty were the woods,
Blossoms swayed, spreading odour sweet in spree.
I looked above and surrendered to thee!
Standing in awe of life, I moved ahead,
As all that was mine, was thine, I could see.
Life, was a mysterious book unread.
Some paths were enticing, some I did dread,
But having faith in thy majestic way.
Dropping all trepidations I did tread,
And with glee passed obstacles, like a play!
With grace, I stride on the paths, unseeing…
Yielding to thyself, sets free my being!
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