I have wanted You at only the mind's recess;
Apprised will be no one else.
On a moonlit night, against the vast blue sky
Nobody will divine a crane's feathers.
King of Psyche, at mind's core You will dwell;
Cosmic Emperor, You will rid all the darkness.
Visiting in secret, intimate in private,
There won't be anything falsely demonstrative.
I don't pray for drums of triumph, rather, a mild jingle;
Amid all that is harsh, I request a bangle and an anklet.
In the language quiet, in the discourse of the deaf,
Worldliness won't be able to persist.
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Sunday, June 27, 2021
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The love between my Lord and me, it is not for show.
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