Your innermost thoughts,
Reports made of dream,
Please say to everyone
On the earth, in every ear.
But whatever You may tell, Love,
This fact, do take stock of it:
It will go on staying strung
In many songs, nary a limit.
On spring's advent the night weeps,
Her binding hopes, notwithstanding...
For the sake of mind's hearing
On an endless quest of Thee.
You please come time after time;
A namaskar will I provide...
In hundred lives, a hundred times,
Having forgot all pride.
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Friday, October 1, 2021
Spring arrives, and I cry
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Why did You make me weep? Could it be that foolishly I think You need to hear?
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