Wandered have I much in the realms of lust,
Tracing the dimension of ardent devotion;
Lost which is now, such the humanity is cursed-
Entangled in possession, which was immersed in this potion.
With flowers to be decked on the radiant moon,
And arms open wide as eternal blue skies
Greets which the clouds, brushed with gloom
Or the radiant sun unfolding life’s surprise.
In anticipation, I stay for good days to advance,
Since time, tis’ daring all wishes to efface,
All memories to cherish, all goodwill in glance;
Omitted by the soul, in a moment’s disgrace,
Ergo, longer they stay, O keep them grabbed with love
Ergo, longer they stay, they shower benevolence from above.
-R.G.
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