Soul Garden

The void is a space,
Seeking your eternal grace,
A garden waiting to be born,
With the dawn of a pristine morn.

Let the soul garden in you,
Break forth into a cluster of hue,
Let drops of peace shimmer in each bloom,
Purge your heart of the seeping gloom.

For,the void is a space,
Seeking your eternal grace,
Wishing you to plant a sapling,
A hope laden tree in the making.

Birds of freedom would alight and sing,
Be it summer,autumn,winter or spring.
Its a void, with the vision of a blossoming space,
Awaiting the gardener and his eternal grace.
                                                                         Chandni.