I stand witness to terrestrial transitions
Seen the springs thro’ winters and autumns
Variety stories, striking paraphrases
Hear the story of a towering rock
With no tears and fears around
Dusk setting the dark
Saw them each hand in hand
The beauty came in plume unruffled
Terrible was her booty unique
Any soldier could be slain point blank
The tone was soft and topics refined
Melodies of birds embroidered their voice
Never in those days could I see
Unequal conflict between the pageants
Costumes changed dialogues changed
Could make out the dignity all along
The beauty san blemishes any
And the Sovereign earnestness
Made the days ever enthralling
Another day another dusk
Beauty same and naughty same
Backdrop. also was the same
My heart fell like the leaf of autumn and
Tangled wine–stems desolate on the ground
The wedding bells made the fell
Listened to the details to the measure of grain
A few more days precious for me
Captured them in my bosom groove
Absence started very soon enough
Many more dusks painful wait
Waiting for the pair for one come back
Though scarce is that I could succeed;
Unable to weep and unable to move
Unable to heave and unable to grieve
Unable to share to anyone around
Enduring despite the indifference of fate!
rajagopal haran
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