No more tears, no more sigh,
to this blessed garden of aroma
I come with a smile springing
in my eyes, helium of flow
consoling me, my love, my safe barn
opening up new vistas;
Looking above spider’s web,
Perpetuation of its progeny and love
Hope in the coils surviving far ahead;
It is more than a paradise, A Bliss
And beautitude.
Let some winter’s cool garb
cover me, let not any
frost
corrode me into empty cascade
of shyness
and nothingness.
Let love grow into
multitudes
and fountains of faith
nourish
till I retire to a firm foothold
of solidity of ditty’s moods.
There comes a Diana, her chaste
Looks dipped in cup of
Truth
Guiding me firm and
soft.
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