Poem By B D Narayankar
By the nib of my heart
I inked letters to you almost everyday
In what way should I tell you
How you tease me every moment
I go to sleep
carrying your dreams
Arise, thinking of you
I am entangled in your thoughts
Like a bead tied in a string
Our love is as pure as clouds,
lightning, sandalwood, water
Why shouldn't we take birth again and again?
So intoxicating, so sweet is our love
That we have to take birth, again and again
You are the notes of my breath
Heartbeat of the Beena (musical instrument)
Songs of my dreams
In the streets of my mind,
which constantly blossoms
You’re that flower bud
Be a short journey or long
Be a lonely place or a crowded fair
Whenever I remember you, my heart becomes
Lonely amidst the crowd
Why shouldn't we take birth again and again?
So intoxicating, so sweet is our love
That we have to take birth, again and again
(To be concluded)
So intoxicating, so sweet is our love
That we have to take birth, again and again
(To be concluded)
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