And she there came
Singing Her lyre
Opening the charms of the morning breeze
As if in Her tune the moments freeze
Like a strolling minstrel
She there walks along
her journey She makes long
And in her flowing white
The Goddess there me sights
And like tune onto me causes a downpour
Of light as good as a shower slight
O how she in me a troubadour evokes
O how in her wet voice watery me gets soaked...
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Troubadour...
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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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