Penned By B D Narayankar
I felt a fever of the mad
when I saw you for the first time
I alone, who was present
plunged in your alluring beauty,
breaking loose the chain
that I had fastened around me for some reason
Among everything about me,
my heart, looking at your effulgence,
was the first to leap,
shrieking, "Heaven is empty,
and all the beauty is here,
in this beautiful appearance of yours."
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