Thursday, May 31, 2018


(989)  Maner gahane ki jani kemane

I know not how, in the depths of psyche,
Dear me, a strange good man did enter there.
In that man's absence, privately,
My heart swims in tears.

Year after year, away time went;
My fount of nectar, he stayed absent.
At last he turned up at this auspicious moment,
In monsoon season, with a subtlety effulgent.

My longtime weariness has been severed;
Peace has arrived in a trice and with a thrill.
Only by his compassion, only by his greatness,
An ocean of beauty does glitter.

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1 comment:

  1. Knowingly or unknowingly, each person has a soul; and it is He.