Came He not, came He not, even today;
So did He forget me?
A stream from eyes flows on a hundred ways;
Oh, did He not understand my feelings?
The rain waters are falling without stop;
The mind peacock romps, beholding Him not.
With cloudy boundaries, not His, are daubed
The lines of stibnite like wine love-smeared.
There is not hope in the midst of cloudy collyrium;
There is no light of laughter, there is no tongue.
I beg just His caress, a rhythmic song's affection,
With fest of life in niche of mind hard to reach.
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Monday, June 30, 2025
Oh Lord it hurts!
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Even if You did not forget, indifference is also a torture.
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