Do not fret

(3071)  Kata kache chilo se je

He Who'd been so very nigh,
At present He is so remote;
Come again, won't He–
Close by He'll appear!
Even still He's mid the mind,
Loaded with mementos;
A word won't He speak!

Many nights of fall and spring,
Many eves and many mornings,
He had been along, rhythm excited by,
Another song won't He sing!

A time of sunshine, time sun-screened,
He's made a game of joy and grief.
By stormy wind, by lightning strike,
His sleep, broke again won't it be!

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