I never thought of this to happen,
That you will come so close to me.
That I will be lost in you for ever,
As lotus in water,
Or as heavy clouds rain on,
Thirsty meadows,
I never thought of this.
You will cover me like a blessed cloud
And it was beyond my imagination,
That you will cling to me,
As green grass with the field
And never get freedom to fly in the sky.
You will come to shun my slumber,
I never thought of this.
For whom the peacock dances,
For whom the nightingale sings,
Roamed through many meadows with you,
I never thought of this to happen.
Thoughts are wounded; healed by love balm,
Life is so intoxicated to dissolve you in my breath,
I never thought of this.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
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