Saturday, September 10, 2022


(2390)  Ankhir kajale ghan nabhoniile

In the kohl of eyes, like deep blue sky,
On a colored lotus He flashes.
He shakes up thought, He sways the mind,
With a swing fastened by strings of flowers.

For so many days, even by mistake I don't think of Him;
I don't want to hold Him, the core of heart within.
Suddenly a swaying came, mind was overwhelmed;
Now oblivion just does not happen.

Every delicate propensity had been sleeping
In mind's jewel-studded room, a sweet covering.
From what origin they all got awakened;
Mind swoons upon a tune, only His.

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