Like a rustle in the jungle, Unseen One at lovers' tryst,
You had arrived with a springtime's swaying motion.
In the looking glass of mind, like the essence of love's honey,
That same advent Yours, its memory shines brightly.
Remaining overlooked, there is no ignoring;
I did not forget that meeting.
On strings of soul's heptachord,
It rides on a jingling hum.
In a grove blossoming with sweet notes extolling,
In a rumbling paradise coated with sweetness of psyche,
That unique contact, Your faint sign, gets retained;
From the kohl etched under eyes, it exudes profusely even today.
You had arrived with a springtime's swaying motion.
In the looking glass of mind, like the essence of love's honey,
That same advent Yours, its memory shines brightly.
Remaining overlooked, there is no ignoring;
I did not forget that meeting.
On strings of soul's heptachord,
It rides on a jingling hum.
In a grove blossoming with sweet notes extolling,
In a rumbling paradise coated with sweetness of psyche,
That unique contact, Your faint sign, gets retained;
From the kohl etched under eyes, it exudes profusely even today.
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Impossible it is to see Him, but then it happens.
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