Thursday, July 23, 2020

I miss Him

(1648)  Alojhalamal purnimate

Like full moon, resplendent
He had attended
With love and devotion inside floral pollen
Coated with mind's sweetness on a honeyed wind.

Full-moon night has gone, and darkness has descended;
Under a scorching heat, the floral dust has withered.
Lines of colored phaag that on cheeks were etched,
They have been consumed by the days past.

Deprived of exquisite beauty and crushed by neglect,
Like a blade of grass I've collapsed at His foot's edge.
When will my Love gaze at me smilingly
To remove all of mind's gloominess?

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