Tagore Song (#59) Who Is That Nearest In My Heart? - Poem by Tushar Ray
(Kego antaro-taro se)
Who’s this nearest one in my heart?
Whose deep touch crafts
My consciousness and my pain
With magic touch in my eyes
He rings on my Bina strings
Making rhythms in infinite delight
On my serene, sad or my glad days
How is this unique garland made?
With golden, blue and ivory hues
Staying unseen, sticking His feet out
And flooding me by nectar of delight!
Over so many days and decades
Quietly revealing His full charm
With so many names and feelings
Playing so many diverse roles!
He kept me drowned in much delight!
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