Lover of God

 There she danced, twirling away 

Singing his name, evening and day. 

There she sat, under his lotus feet. 

The princess, the saint, the humblest to meet.

Love, they said, was the strangest of things. 

Sensual, spiritual or unconditional in being: 

But the love she preached, unique it was. 

For God became lover, and love a cause.

But what about the world? She cared not. 

What about the society? Scared it was. 

For a woman stood, a woman chose

Who she was against the odds.

The woman lived, the woman sang. 

The woman left them burning to the ground. 

And she became an immortal being. 

Girdhar's Meera, still searching for him.

~ Suranya