The Himalyan Spring By the side of river Belmudri , In the remotest loneliness of spring , My adolescence had its privilege , To share your lotus-bloomed wings . In certain late after noon , By the side of Tista glade , When silence meditates for love , I enjoyed the prerogative , Of your unconditional faith , And forgot time ,death and birth . I needed a nowhere timeless bed , The abstract Unconscious in light and shade , I did cover , wade and hover , All that were possible , And you sprang unseen like the Himalayan Tale
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 12:22:30 +0000
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