Jeevan Bhagwat Biography

Come, let us go to the meadows
To the rolling hills of green,
Let us go and I will make you
My newly crowned May Queen.
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Once, you were a pretty bird
With the rainbow's colours in your mouth,
Singing hallelujahs that were heard
From east to west, and north to south.
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I am getting too old to
Write of love,
And yet
Each time you come to me,
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Tonight the sky is aglow
With the fleeting shimmer of northern lights
And the fiery brilliance of countless stars
Scattered across space and time.
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Come child
let me teach you peace
for you know too much
of war and despair,
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