A new morning, time is still.

I let me fly. Your mansion shines

I cannot count its doors.

I would gladly enter through all of these,

but only one door for me at a time.

I shall be born again and again

to feel each door within my heart.

With each entry I shall be rich and richer ever.

It may take as many lives as there are doors; I do not mind;

but tell me God, "What is Your Mind?"

Sushama Karnik (c)