My heart beat fast as I prepared myself,
And I was scared I wouldn’t know you.
I had heard much about you and felt you near,
Now I would meet the noble one face to face.

Like a bride I adorned myself.
My trembling hands decorated with henna
I would use to present you with my love.

Then the day dawned fine and clear.
I saw you and all at once,
My soul soared high in recognition!
I had merely forgotten the reason behind
The curious yearning contained inside.

Now the henna has faded from my hands,
But not so the image of you,
For it has been branded into my soul.

Before, my yearning were tortured but shallow,
For I knew not what I hungered for.

But now a sweet longing fills my heart,
A need to be near to you,
And even in this you cater to my whims,
For you have traced a path for me
Which I can follow straight to you.

My search is tireless, for you provide rest.
My faith is endless, as you provide hope.

I have no more fear of the cold,
Your love warms me through,
And hunger is forgotten also,
For your grace sustains me.

What before I knew in theory,
I have now experienced in practice.

My faith has been strengthened
And I have no more doubts.
My journey back home has begun.

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Aliya Solanki, composer of the poem “Padhramni.”

Editor’s note: The image shown at the top of the poem is not part of the original submission by the contributor.

Please click Expressions of the Golden Jubilee: “The Festival of Poetic Expressions” for more poetry and photos from the event.