Motivation

Oh! My sweetheart

My motivation, my soul, my all

Don't bend, stand tall

For if you look down

How shall I see the stars

Be ahead of me

So that I follow thee

I slow down

But you tire not

When I take rest

A little too much

You shake me hard

And up on my feet again, I walk

When you sit on a high pedestal

I look into your eyes, not blinking at all

How majestic and beautiful is my sweetheart

Distracted only once I was, my misfortune

When I looked back, nothing was there, nothing at all

I pleaded with apologies and what not

She felt hurt

She took to heart

Her beloved, she wondered

Did he love her

As much as she thought

I promised that I shall never look away

May be I am in the midst of a turbulent sea

Or a heavy storm from all sides lashing me

She is my hope, my confidence, my breath

I shall hold her hand and will never let her go away

But if she frees herself and goes far up into the sky

And appears a small dark circle, or a tiny dot

Which the hem of her skirt defines

My soul then shall also rise

To merge with that tiny dot

Which the hem of her skirt defines

Me and my motivation shall be one

Sitting at His blessed feet!