127.O flower !

O flower !
Thy beauty I behold
Cupped in my palms
Sitting on the couch
Memerized by thee
Spread on my lap.
O Token of grace!
Thy fragrance smoothens
The ruffles of my life.
Thy has been sent
By none but divine.
Each moment with thee
Makes life resplendent
With joy.
Blessed I seek
Thy presence
For the rest
Of my life.

By Binita Jha