"A rose opens up with the outer petals moving outwards more than the inner petals."

My little world is a vast widening sea of bliss,

A silent power rushing to the beyond’s shores

Dissolving the shadows and dark ignorant abyss,

An urge that shall reach eternity’s distant doors.

My little world is a growing circle of burning lights,—

A myriad stars twinkle in the great sky of my dream

And the blue streaks of the moon kindle the topless heights;

From there the splendours of my soul outgleam.

My little world is a spark of the infinite’s fire,

A tree of shimmering beatitude grows my tiny world,

Deep-rooted in the earth the spirit-empire

Is studded with a million miracles, and aureol’d!

My little world is a flower of knowledge, rose of flame,

Its outward gaze is the universe garbed in a multitude,

Its inward gaze the unique’s play that became

The mystery in the night to rise to its heavenhood.

RY Deshpande

18 February 1959