Giving word You left; why did You not visit?
Decoration of my house turned out in vain.
With heap of green leaves and wreath of flowers,
Wasted went the welcome gate.
The floral pollen drifts on crying;
On this new-moon night, hard gets understanding
In my mental anguish, with a deluge of tears
Shed in torrents by a fickle brain.
You'll come yet, with this hope tied to breast,
Upon this thought alone, all sorrow I forget...
Applying this thought, the mist is dismissed;
With You to the formless sea, myself You take.
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Wednesday, December 27, 2023
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In the world of form, frustration is the norm.
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