The woodlands You decked with many a bloom;
Oh Who are You?
You arrived in my midst unannounced, without telling
Of Your visit or Your sweet smile;
This mind of mine went with that unknowingly.
You have kept surrounding me in a hundred manners;
Your love, Your songs, You have lavished.
I know that You are mine, but I could not capture;
You go on drifting in liila-type with what acting!
Knowing You is possible, but holding can't occur;
With a puny capacity, understood does not emerge.
To Your ocean of effulgence, You allure kindly
With a vast and measureless tempo-rhythm-beat.
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Wednesday, March 15, 2023
Caught up in Your melody
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Even though I would hold You, by Your tune always You Who hold me.
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