She is Andal

It is love anyway
dissimilar  to that of man and woman
different from mother and child
unlike the one between the siblings.

It is a liking anyhow.
strange conjugation
one might not understand
being a human after all.

It is one of platonic
inconceivable to most
that of sublime ecstasy
purity in thought as well.

I speak of the fervour
professed by Andal.
A girl found in the Tulsivan.
Sings the praise of Lord Vishnu.

She wears the garland of God
Overwhelmed she dances
Passionate. Minds not her
father’s admonition.

Runs to the sanctum,
where she merges with the Almighty.
Love. One of poetic .
None can define nor translate.