In the embrace of morning, your essence, a heavenly gift,
Before the sun ascends, your munificence uplift.
You stand gracefully by my side under the mirror's gaze,
and no one can be comparable to the profundity of your embrace.
Within your aura, laughter finds its crescendo,
A garden blooms, where deserts tend to grow.
In your ambience, agony fades like morning mist,
As if life's hardships cease to exist.
Through novel paths, my journey may unfold,
Yet, in your warmness, every story finds meaningful connotation.
As night descends, a soft whisper takes flight,
carrying A symphony of desires, my heart begins to sing as my dreams delight.
Sleep hesitates, waiting for your tender face,
Each day, a fresh page seeking your name to scribe.
In the silent night, your majesty visage(image) gently weaves,
bringing peace as the soul believes.
Thus, my slumber awaits, seeking your presence,
In a dance with dreams, where courage and wisdom commence(begins) .
-Prasish Sharma
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