Sunday, January 14, 2018

Not enough

(62)  Nayane esechile svapane

Before my eyes in dream came You;
What's this, Your game of peekaboo?
Awake, You've moved off into solitude;
Such is Your divine sport so cruel!

In sky, You are my bright star,
A lantern blazing in my heart.
But in Your absence, I'm a cobra without gem;[1]
Unbearable is the isolation.

With chiaroscuro on a rainbow,
What is this mind-deluding expo?

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