It was my calculation
That for another eight days
I can have your darshan
Uninterruptedly.
Today I missed sadly your vision
That marred the whole day,
Me, heavy, with my pulsation,
As you never turned up.
Not so cruel was the absence
As is your resolute silence
To hint about it in advance.
Some enjoys in hitting.
04.06.99, Palakkad
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