Monday, August 8, 2016

Morningsong



(582)  Tomar asa patha ceye

Alert for Your coming,
I am waiting patiently.
Tomorrows have no limit;
They shower on the ages.

So many eves, so many morns,
Through so many untold storms,
The bitter cold and rainy nights
I've disregarded with a smile.

Getting touched by Your heart,
A lotus bud's come to regard
The waving grass as music of dawn;
In Your fun, it's been absorbed.

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1 comment:

  1. Enlightenment strikes like lightning but creeps in like spring.

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