Tuesday, August 8, 2023

Myself You see

(2720)  Ami tomay ceyechilum priya

Darling, I had looked at You
In the joy and sorrow amid psyche–
Origin of thought, with implicit meaning,
In garb bewitching of splendor unseen.

Gloom-surrounded upon nights of grief,
Overflowing with shedding of tears,
Through modulation smiles of glee,
They are found in hope-filled speech.

In a flower garden I'd been searching
On moon's face for exuded moonbeams–
By resounding of Your pleasantry,
Intoxicated and in sweet modesty.

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