This Blessing Poem by Arunesh Goswami

This is no curse, this detachment
Is a blessing my lord, you owe
Me your freedom, thou my love
With thy apartness shalt grow.
Alike the sun burning in flame
Like the effulging ocean, like the storm
When subsides, the mild pain
Of love with rejoice mingles;
This is no curse, my lord
And there’s no mystic river to cross;
The distance between us
The romance dancing in our heart
The freedom of embracing all yet detached
From everyone but love
O love thou I know you today
Though I’ve felt you time after time erstwhile
In shame and fame, in sorrow and pain, in the joyous sun
Trusting you there comes a season of love
Thy nighness; the distance between us will vanish,
O lord the lie and truth today to me is one.



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