Are you a dream, or shadow in the glade,
That walks through golden fields where sunlight glows?
In dew-kissed winds, your trembling forms cascade,
The river bends and greets your gentle flows.
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Sonnet I - A Winter Evening's Fatherly Joy
Upon the bed the children leap and spin,
While winter's hush lies silver on the floor.
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The dawn unbars the vaults of inner night,
And lifts the veil from dreams that led me blind.
What once burned bright now fades in colder light—
A phantom flame that mocked the seeking mind.
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Sanjana! Fare thee well, I come no more,
Along life's road we chanced a fleeting meet.
In thee I found what I had searched before—
Rare moments sweet, in bitter days a sweet.
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Can I retrieve what once from me was torn?
Is sacred love but ash upon the breeze?
Must I in silence weep, alone, forlorn,
While stars still burn beyond the daylight's seas?
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O shame that stalks beneath the veil of night,
Where beasts in human guise their crimes devise!
What soul endures such hell-born, loathsome blight—
A sister torn beneath unpitying skies?
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O Spring, though tempests shake this mortal clay,
Thy breath revives the rose from winter's gloom;
With silent steps, thou steal'st the frost away,
And mak'st the barren soul thy verdant room.
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Thou art a bloom within my garden's grace,
With petals soft, and scent of sweet delight.
Thy presence fills the dark with star-lit space,
And turns my barren hours to blossoms bright.
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Yes, Love, I come—to you I soon shall fly,
Where dreams unfold beneath the silver light.
Together wrapped in stars, just you and I,
Shall walk through gardens blooming in the night.
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By Jamuna's banks, where golden rivers glide,
The Taj, a symbol pure, of love's sweet grace,
In marble clad, with beauty sanctified,
It triumphs o'er the years, time cannot trace.
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