Sunday, May 7, 2017

Safe and secure

(731)  Sharada prate man matate

One autumn morning, my mind to stimulate,
You came into my heart with jasmine[1] scent...
In my life, in that river half-dead,
To raise high tide, to motivate.

With unlimited pollen, You infused shivers of bliss
In morning's crimson, laden with sweetness.
Packing dense devotion into sapless emotion,
Repeatedly You came to me in song.

For getting lost there is no threat,
And there's not any scope for death.
Contemplating such events, I have no dread;
To time's stream, there would be an end.

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