If You love,
Why don't You come near?
Why do You smile from afar
In a garb, mind-delighting?
My chignon's plaited hair,
From despair, it goes unfastened.
The garland strung with care,
Arraying terrain, it has withered.
With stibnite in eye's tears,
Everything floats adrift
Amid the forms, shapely.
I hear that all You recall;
In mind You keep everyone.
Honey You coat at psyche's core,
Amid a grove of madhavi.
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Lord, Your manner of showing love is certainly curious.
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