Wednesday, June 16, 2021

Okay but

(1935)  Ogo prabhu tava lagi

Oh Lord, on Your account,
The garland strung gets dried up.
You did not come, You wore it not...
And so my days pass without purpose.

Morning sun does not bring light,
And gusts of wind do not feel right,
And even darker is the dark of mind;
Like the days and nights, they suffer.

There's no harm if You don't grant embrace,
Or if You gaze no more upon my face;
At least dole out a speck of grace,
Though viewing me as trivial.

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1 comment:

  1. I can see You don't think much of me, and I understand it. Yet might I not merit a wee bit of mercy please?