This world has its charms

(3069)  Jyotsna dile phul photale

Moonlight You gave, blooms to grow You made;
Why Yourself, oh You came not?
Mind having drenched, far away You remained;
Why embrace You granted not?

Like the rise of early morn You are revealed;
The crimson hue is produced by You only.
In all qualities You are excelling;
Your equivalent, there is not.

Why do You stay unseen, kindly come before me;
With mind's stylish grace, close by take a seat.
Fascinating flute in hand, please smile sweetly;
Bide no longer yon.

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