Sunday, July 15, 2018

Why me?

(1034)  Manera gahane gopane gopane

Confidentially, in a recess of the psyche,
Bosom Friend, I ask of Thee:
Pray tell, why did You come for me?
In this garden, silently, exclusively,
Appearing with a mild smile, You were standing!

Perchance, the flowers have fallen asleep,
Creepers have drooped from the fierce heat,
And by that heat the Earth's been cleaved...
Did You forget about their story?

The cuckoo has forsaken her sweet call
And nightingale croons rhythmic tunes no more...
Feelings hurt, they only weep, love sick;
You overwhelmed everybody.

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