- Aaradhya -
Ah! Two eyes the show of infinity,
Azimuth of eternal cloud the dream,
Realm of my heart where did it quietly Percuss.
Allayed foam of splendor of my eyes doth flicker,
Dashed by life's Unforgiving wound by time's pathless
March.
Healed with sweet innocent brim that overbrimmed my being.
Yearns my heart divested and void to lie,
Accordant Insignia of my winsome line.
Healed with sweet innocent brim that overbrimmed my being. Yearns my heart divested and void to lie, Accordant Insignia of my winsome line.
Allayed foam of splendor of my eyes doth flicker, Dashed by life's Unforgiving wound by time's pathless March.
Ah! Two eyes the show of infinity, Azimuth of eternal cloud the dream, Realm of my heart where did it quietly
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Healed with sweet innocent brim that overbrimmed my being. Yearns my heart divested and void to lie, Accordant Insignia of my winsome line