I thought, you have a rupa;
Then, I thought, you have a guna;
Then, I thought, you have a name.
I decorated you, as I liked;
I offered you, what I made;
I thought, you are far away;
And only in the home, we built for you.
But, you are far from my imagination,
You are the pure
Existence – Consciousness – Bliss.
I always searched for you outside
But, you are my ‘self’
Pure Self, ATMA