I am inert, my Beloved;
Awaken consciousness within me.
With Your touch, my Beloved,
Fill me with ecstatic rapture.
Hidden within my stillness
Lies the spring-hued bloom—
That which binds like the breeze of love;
Adorn me,
Oh Beloved, adorn me.
When a single drop of love falls
Upon the scorching earth,
Nature turns to gold;
Through the interplay of light and shade,
Nature becomes complete.
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@ Ramesh Rai
07/9/2026
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