Wanting You I continue

(3360) Tomake ceyechi ami, jiivaner prati palake

Yourself have I craved
At every existential wink.
Kissing sky, hope's light-ray
Has stretched to realm heavenly.

To execute the atom's musing,
Each pore of core to make brimming,
To eliminate the ebon mist of Northeast,
From honeyed bud of thinking...

Slumping beside the path my sense of I had become,
With garments drenched, indigent and abandoned.
Into Your own presence You did haul,
Coating with sweetness of affection.

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