Yourself I hold dear;
On tears You've cast me adrift.
At core of psyche the honey that's present,
Only that I've kept pouring; rejecting, You've grinned.
Of this hardheartedness, there is no comparison;
You look not back, and even seeing You ignore.
Nonetheless, I invite– I don't stay forgetting Thee;
I remain forgetting only that forgetful You have been.
I am puny, ringed by limitations;
In a scanty area, my perambulation.
You are huge, limitless and great;
Why have You gone on making such a liila?
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Limited as I be, perhaps none would blame me should I forget Thee; but Yourself in respect to me, the same cannot be said for You!
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