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I can see you there...

You remind me of myriad belongings and
I envision a rose 
A beautiful red rose utterly blossomed
That brings delight into
All creatures,
All the inordinate amounts of time
Every moment I assume you.
To myself my love
You introduced me
So far I have been ignorant with
I always sit next to me.

Countless rooms are there
In the friendless house of my love
Yours is
The entire house;
Make it an abode with all affection
With all the things of light,
Fascinating fragrance of the spring
And the bright feelings of
Light you are.

Blissful I am to see the light
There isn’t darkness anymore
Nor the dreadful gloom
Let’s walk through time together
My love let it bloom.

I can see you there
But touch I cannot make
You shatter the glass I beseech
The glass of illusion and daydream
And sit next to me
For long my love,
Here it rains
I’ll rise from my chair
To felicitate this gentle rain.

Copyright @ Deepak Bijalwan


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Poet, Translator

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