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(3516) Kali balechilo ali kena

A bud had asked why the bumblebee
Unto my vicinity never He comes.
Away He goes flying to a rose garden;
Why does He not gaze in my direction?

I am always getting ready;
In my thinking I accrue honey.
In absence of thought, I remain head stooping;
Nonetheless I do not forget my Love.

A gentle petal swoons due to shyness;
Delicacy blooms with affection of pollen.
From attraction, in raga and tune it sings an anthem;
It does not hide the banner of cognition.

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