I fathom not what kind of mind is Thine;
You keep on neglecting even the known person.
Ever I cry bitterly, holding hope in bosom,
That You look on with opened eyes.
Bent by its load, the bough of mango tree,
How much it has studied the quality of pliancy!
Still more stooped down than it please make me;
Bathe me in the dust from Your feet.
So remain neglecting me, no harm is there in it;
Bear in mind, I proclaim no prayer on this.
But only guard me near, Your eyes do not cover;
That pain You gave, make me disremember.
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Saturday, October 30, 2021
The bough of mango tree
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Myself You need not hear, but ever please watch over me.
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