Rebirth....

The rocks on the sea side
Are always in deep meditation

Absorbed in the divine
And happy with the fruition

A moment of love, the waves give them
The moment next, they are left alone

They have no temptation for the moment of love
They are drenched in the state they own

The rocks lie on the noisy end
But meditate on the calm with in

There persists inside a deathless chant
While the tides celebrate its proxy win

Day by day, they are brought closer
Closer to the aim, from the chosen path

Then there is a Spring tide, most awaited
To give them the holy bath

The luckiest one is taken inside, and it
Take its place into a silent womb

“HE” then throws it, out with a lagoon,
To an unknown shore, that’s yet to groom

A new meditation then begins
The deathless chant continues

With the sole aim of the supreme union
With more vigor and with less dues