On a monsoon day, a day intensely rainy,
The dark clouds in company,
You've arrived with sound of wind.
Day and night, on lute one-stringed,
Through just its resonance You've made effusive.
The sun has got concealed by the clouds ebony;
With meteoric speed a tempest is blowing.
In the same high velocity the peacock of psyche,
Its talk and tail, with sweetness You have filled.
Today there's green loveliness in the cane forest;
In the bamboo grove enticing are straw-bundles.
Oh my, on water lilies red and white, on lotus,
And on fresh blades of grass, elegance You've lavished.
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Friday, April 26, 2024
What change a day makes
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The world is such a fine place after You came.
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