Perhaps now You arrived, Dark Prince,[1]
A bamboo pipe by ear gets heard.
On bank of mind's Jamuna, I await, watching the path;
All and sundry come and go, but none of them look back.
Alone I've come, alone I've gone on staying;
Woe is me, You are remote, hey Longtime Companion.
Upstream won't it flow, the Jamuna once more?
Realized won't it be, the keen desire for love?
Away You've kept me; You've been thinking of what else?
You make sport with light and umbra.
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Wednesday, June 1, 2022
On the brink
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You seem to appear, but is it real? Your liila has driven me to distraction.
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