Sunday, November 24, 2019

Divine Honeybee

(1429)  Phulparage anurage

With floral pollen and affection,
Who did come... which celestial nymph?
With song after song, the flower buds'
Slumber-illusion You shattered.

On this moonlit night, privately,
For the sake of swaying psyche,
Humming into every ear,
You conferred nectar's stream.

Taking stock of familiar or strange,
None of that You entertain...
Small or big, minuscule or great,
Everyone You did wake.

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