A frail aspiring
flame flickers out,
A little
soul crosses over
the other Shore,
leaving its burning body.
It
reappears as a bud of light,
a wave of music,
a blissful smile,
In
the woodland of Heaven!
A creeper
damsel seeking its
Kadamba-Shilter:
A
darling, invited guest to
The festival of Rasa.
