At a kadam grove with bamboo accumulation,
Peacock-calls invoke Whose invitation?
Whose love did infuse hope
In an eye-blink, adorned by horripilation?
On the Northeast corner floats collyrium;
At Southwest is the moon's smile luminous.
Approaching from afar, in hope of apprehension,
Peacocks dance to His thrilling vibration.
Who is that Unfamiliar Guest, smiling sweetly?
In a wink He comes and goes, lunar day disregarding.
Hymns like nectar's essence, constantly does He sing,
With a sensitivity of the Ever-Unknown One.
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Tuesday, September 16, 2025
He appears, He sings, He leaves
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Nonetheless, eternally He remains a mystery.
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