(ovimaner bodole aaj nebo tomar mala)
Instead of me getting upset
I’m longing for Thy garland by night’s end
To end the spells of my sad tears
I just left my dim heart on the wayside
To receive Thy Sweet touch -
Thy calm feet for melting my heart
Please ablaze my dim heart by Thy love
My ego has the costliest collections:
I’m decorating my plate to offer Thee
My entire ego-collection
For collecting Thy garland by night’s end
Ending my sad spells of tears
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Very touching and melancholic poem with the light of hope shining beneath it's surface. A beautiful image of a tearful life being touched by divine love. A very inspiring and hopeful poem/song. Thank you, Tushar. RoseAnn