When drowsiness on eyes had been replete,
Lord, You had been in my vicinity.
Eyes opened, lo I see You did leave;
Only just an anklet-sound rings.
From a far, nebula heavenly,
Persistently a melodic jingling,
I hear it come floating; with eyes unblinking,
Hearing's impulse dances upon psyche.
Such cosmic play is Thine, a game with my heart:
Just a single inattention of atomic cognition!
With a wreath from floral garden I would adorn
Mind's Charming One in the month of spring.
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Why punish me for once being sleepy?
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