for this beauty...
he thought he could live
for ten thousand years...
for this calm
he thought he was ever ready
to die any instant...
this orangy pinkish breezy afternoon...
this river who has seen his all...
the birds going home...
the grass hoppers jumping on leaves and petals...
the grassy lead swinging in breeze
against the backdrop of the sky...
the distant cooing of cuckoos...
he thought
he has seen Him...
and His beauteous form...
His loveliest shape...
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