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This Day
This day my wondrous sun withdrewBehind this clay-wrought grosser sheath,A world of pliant matter he
The Boon
What is mine here to freely giveFor all was issued by a will unknown,Breath and body and senses five
Petulant Villain
Treacherous are thy waters O time,Littered with murderous eddies of desireAnd storms of passion ruth
A Rumination
“Ah, the misty gaze flees by a severe sunAnd mine scenes stand stripped of fancies;Crimson lust of y
Thy Doorstep
Does it count the thoughts that rise and passAs offering to Thee all enduring and immutable,Trudging
Front Unguarded
The woes of self come clustered or aloneLike a troop or a loner by honour bound,To hold them in abey
Immortal Eyes
Why dost Thou employ beauty’s rhetoricOn my feeble person so easily swayed,Smiling ever so slyly fro
All Too Real
And how, how couldst Thou stand in that throngReleased from the dire snare of time and fate,Thy slig
Our Sons
What gluttony is thine O time,Gorging on our hero sons,A hundred hundred livesWhets not thy hungry w
Dakshineshwar
By Gangā’s shore rose that spired sightHoused on a plot more humble than proud,At attention’s centre
Hail Mother!
The night is alive, the night is alive,A dire alarm seizes the senses five,The soul shudders in awed
Pilgrim River
How mighty flows this pilgrim river,A rush of seeking hearts traversingLife and fate with just a mur
Cacophonous Hours
A drab dawn unveiled a sleepy azure,Sharp the ruse to keep me unpreparedFor the hours cacophonous be
Gangā
The bold feminine from the mountain sourceWhite and pure, from crescent bearing tressesLeaping earth
Little Hymn
Here, besides me be, in this my daily sanctuary,When moments link arms for a musing shelter,Secluded
Am Unsatiated
What miserly portion hast Thou made as mineFrom Thy capacities birthing stars in a noon-reverie,Cast
Omnipotent Beloved
How many sneering hours are made my shareFrom the short lease lent in this dim hemisphere,How many c
Impostor Sun
What inversion prevails in this aspiration’s phaseAs if my meagre world to unknown end upturned,All
Censure
A drowsy slow sun clambers the horizonAnd from disarrayed sky casts eye sullenly,From start of wakin
Ant
How cheery is the assiduous antBearing its single grain of labour,Weaving its way like motioned-artB