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“Song garland” ( ‘Rabindranath Tagore’—Love series —–No. 267 )

July 4, 2015

He was sit by me, but I failed to awake.

What a sleep it has     my love!

His enter was in deep night, along with a tuned violin—-

In my dream he tune the tone,  His digging wound.

When I awake have seen a spring wind, to come to madness

His presence sailed to        that deep night.

Why my night passes, being His present , happened this absent role —-

Why His garland missed by me.

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