Manoshi Sinha

What the verve! What the gaiety!
When the soul and body were attuned;
Life was vibrant, rich, and animated
Blissful visages stimulated chronic life.
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On this day, every moment, every day,
I revere you, cherishing fond memories.

From the darkness of the tranquil womb,
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In the silence of the rural night in slumber,
Amid the infinite echo of an urban milieu,
In my consciousness, oft in my dreams,
In my chores, in thoughts, in zing humdrum,
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It was when rays of the sun past dawn,
Peeped through the thatched dimples,
Injecting hope in her and I was born.
She beamed in pain amid the shambles,
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Gone were the days!
When euphoria and naivety held sway,
With ignorance and innocence at the brim.
When tiny feet followed hopping birds,
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At dawn I wake up to view,
The bright orange and yellow hue,
Of the first rays of the sun;
As fast as my feet could carry me, I run.
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When I rested in my mother's womb,
The space within was my world;
Untouched by longings and cravings!
Happy was I until the call of the herald
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A world within a world,
Where emerged a celestial meadow,
Where the Gods danced in rhythm,
And I boogied to a divine hum.
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