English Poem–Mergence

In those guarded arteries of my heart, I seated my little self, which I prized more than anything else.

And you, my Lord! You, without even informing me, entered therein and created uproar.

I became a stranger to myself and forgot what I liked or disliked. Wherever I searched, I found your image, and every turn made me restless about my own identity.

You created a furore in me, and I felt the pain that could not be vented out through groans.

It was like you were reshaping every aspect of my personality.

And like a tiny stream that runs fast to preserve its form but finds its bigger-self in its mergence with the sea, I, at last, found my little-self there in your all-conquering vastness—you imparted eternity to it by dissolving its identity.

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