She like a goddess flowery
Puts me ethereal
And showery
As if She her flowers for me holds
As if She sends her with bouquet...full of Love,
And me sees how her curls slight brown
Tremble by her ears as if they by happy songy
Participate into a creamy golden of a dance,
O how She giveth me that singular life of a million times
A chance
To be blessed by Her ethereal...
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Lei e come una dea...
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The State Funeral
At least they have given her The State Funeral With tongue cut, She could not have spoken for The rare award, The police have done the th...
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That boat of Madhu the boatman Is left tied at the ghat of Rajganj No one is taking it As it is filled with jute raw; If they would give... -
At least they have given her The State Funeral With tongue cut, She could not have spoken for The rare award, The police have done the th... -
What had made Brahm to compose Such a tune, with such poise? What comforting idea made him To put music into such a rhythm? What inexpre...
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