Another dusky yearn for thou
Holding the trenching heart for thou
My meek and murky waits for thou
Making me forever bound for thou
The threshold of thirsty craves for thou
Longing for quenching wants for thou
Don't leave me lone
The air, the wind
The spring, too sings
The ivory towers of gleam
Tending to bring thou
In my dreams
The essence of thou
The presence of thou
Ever makes me live
In your fathomless bliss!
-Varsha Singh
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