At midnight with garland in hand,
I'd been gazing at arrival path...
With moonlight on clouds in a string,
In concert it was on eyelids.
In each pollen-spore of malatii,
In the devotion of chameli,
Which tune had been buoyant
Along with echoing cadence?
You came and filled up psyche;
You cast out all fatigue...
With love's melodies,
With that music, making replete.
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I'd been gazing at arrival path...
With moonlight on clouds in a string,
In concert it was on eyelids.
In each pollen-spore of malatii,
In the devotion of chameli,
Which tune had been buoyant
Along with echoing cadence?
You came and filled up psyche;
You cast out all fatigue...
With love's melodies,
With that music, making replete.
Sarkarverse article
Audio recording
Even should He not appear, watching it is fulfilling. Last night I garlanded His arrival path.
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