To You When this life before , In so many lives yore , You opened your door , To receive me as grand groom , In your cultivated room , What bliss visited me ! I can not tell . The dim recognition , Of caress and kiss , Clasping hands and grasp , Of your soul through body , And the green wick for study , Negating the day in and out , Flash in the mind as , Moon-reflected lake of no waves . And now cycles after cycles , Time bears the Love committed , Through the bliss and tyranny of Nature , I do remember the permanence of the fusion , Calm and meditative emotion , Our gear-less vehicles of perennial run . For my sake dearest beloved , You conducted the Lila , And I never wish its cessation , But continuation through deluge and creation . Had it been so ,your unasked favor did not come , Had I not been a gay-time passer , And a slave of instincts ,-sounding fake love . I am doubly graced ,-your shelter ,your control , So I care ,all that are here ,-as your own forms . My earth-touched weakness often expresses love , Forgive me Dearest ,-for Love is yours , And it is like the condensed effusions of seven oceans , Ah ! I am just a drop of that colossal surge .
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 15:49:07 +0000
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