Friday, May 20, 2022

Anklets of just music

(2273)  Prajapati pakhna mele, urche kena ke jane

The Butterfly, wings extended,
Why is He flying, who knows it?
Today, in search of whom, He is
Strolling about in a pleasure garden.

No other thought is there;
Always He is coming in hope of the honey
In cordial stream from heart that's free,
Carelessly effusive.

With a spectrum of color is the Butterfly,
A sweet splendor on the buds of mind...
Ebullient is the speed of life
In anklets of just music.

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