Tuesday, November 5, 2019


(1410)  Varsarate tomay ami peyechilum pashe

On monsoon night, I had found You beside me
In the same inebriated ecstasy.
My sleep-deprived eyes were gazing at Thee
Under circumstances honey-sweet.

The day, the bright moment, I've forgotten;
I have kept in mind just a tiny recollection.
Though the flowers I've forgotten,
I have held on to their fragrance
With love's joyous passion.

Many are the years bygone;
Many springs have come,
And many falls have floated off
With lost jubilation
From mind's month of April.

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