The peacock it sung,
Over the borders of mud terrace
Droplets fell blooming and falling
Leaving the streams over tender face
Bees flew fluttering little feathers
Into the winds the buzzing little hearts hung
Droplets fell blooming and falling
trembling streaks over tender face
Chimes from the temple
So distant and faraway
Come whisking to this night like
Like dawn stretching out in her own little ways
Awaken to this light,
Some one sang to me, awaken into the night
For what you see,
awaken to tenderness, of the naked sight, she said
2 comments:
hail swastika .....
and hail him above the swastika ......and hail everyone besides it .......to it we bow and to it we are ....
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