gulab khandelwal selected poems

Come, let us meet through the gods.
The gods do not tell what they see.
They fill the flowers of worship
With double fragrance.
My love is also a worship.
The only difference is
Your image lies here in place of the deity.
But every thing else is as divine,
As faultless, as pure.
I agree,
Nothing is in my grasp.
But at least,
The light of your beauty shines
In the temple of my heart.

Come, let us meet through the gods.
The gods do not tell what they see.
They fill the flowers of worship
With double fragrance.