Monday, April 9, 2018


(938)  Jabe jiivane pratham bandhuya eseche

When my Chief Friend entered my life,
That day have I forgotten now.
Then, groves were filled with more flowers;
Unabashedly the moon did smile.

A southern breeze came and told me:
"The Friend Who's come deception knows;
Today He loves, but He won't come tomorrow...
Smiling from afar, He's monarch of the psyche."

Upon His footdust left behind
Ever spills the sweetness of my mind.
In the mind's mirror hiding does He lie;
Oft I see Him when shyness be cast aside.

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