I wait for the teacher

In green of the meadow

Where Spring is in bloom

A petal with translucence of white 

And tender pink in hue

Catches attention -

On it rests light

A whole drop of dew 

from the gone past night

Boldly it lures sun to smile

Inviting a ray of light

At dawn  

To pierce heart of its liquid form

Through lost virginity

In exquisite togetherness

Is perceived -

A 'Knowing' of light is born

Tearing apart 'not knowing' of night

A myriad colours daze and sparkle 

In several shades

That glint and gleam

To exude exquisiteness

That's been never beheld before

By a seeing sight. 

This spring

It's this beauty 

That's brought 

A catch to my breath

Despite chill in air 

I've donned a shawl to venture near

The fountain of knowledge

That springs from You

Rests in orchard near

It beckons to quench thirst for You

From close I want sip

So I call to let longing be known

Then with humility 

Here I kneel and bow

I take my seat 

On Your green 

I wait for the teacher to arrive.