Outsider....

Nothing really belongs to me now,

Except your pure love; blessings;

I have searched among humanity,

found nothing precious to acquire;

I am an outsider amidst my tribe;

an exile from their companionship;

I seek for a vision of sacred heart;

alone I sense cheerfulness, pleasure;

I planted the climber of love;

mutely watered it with my tears;

it has grown and overspread my hut

You offered me a cup of wine

Which I drank with in divine;

an  absorption  of my reflection of

well wishing; gratitude within me !

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI