Words fall short for the gratitude of you,
For a simple wish fulfilled entirely by you.
Love you not for what you do, for you are what are you,
But love you for what you are. And what art you?
Simple yet difficult to decipher, that is what are you,
Convoluted is my thinking and complex I find you.
Yet child at heart and innocent at large are you,
No desire in heart and satisfied still are you.
No hate in your heart, only love for all are you,
Lord of the world, yet feel still mine alone are you.
That is the drama of yours that love of all targets you,
Mischief you play that mischief I want to play with you.
To be with you, to be like you, I want to be within you.
- Dr. Hira