Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Beyond credence

(2277)  Patha bhule tumi esechile

Losing the way, You'd appeared;
You had come into my compound.
Cloud-free was the deep blue sky;
With moonlight very soft.

On jasmine trees, flowers had blossomed;
In kash thickets, swaying had begun.
Gentle and sweet the wind was
With affection honeyed.

Leisurely, lotus-feet You had placed;
You flung open the bolt on my gate.
My own yoke of illusion thrown away,
You told: "Have no fear."

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1 comment:

  1. In person You appeared; in my hand You placed the invitation.