Sunday, October 18, 2020

That Lover mine

(1732)  Akash aji aloy bhara

Now the sky is full of light;
The air is full of honey.
Secretly, in a corner of the mind,
What does that Sweetheart fancy?

I want to give Him everything,
But He tells me not a thing.
An easy smile He exudes like nectar,
That Avatar of Happiness.

In every season, He's the Spring,
Mental altar's King of Kings.
Today He stooped in person,
Like the full moon of love.

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