Repose
Never have I seen thy face
Nor I heard your soothing voice
In my fancies I rest my weary head
On your shoulder with ease indeed
As thy velvet fingers touch my face
A deep smile flickers on my lips
I find it hard to define or discern
And I don't know the reason why
Every morning wakes me up
To pomp the infinite sky ahead
I open my eyes from sleep to lime light
To pomp the peaks of western ghats
Where thou sent a lonely breeze
To hug me with its thousand hands
And the coffee blossoms white
To welcome me with its glorious fragrance
The green cloak of the paddy field
Stretches its edge to horizon.
A narrow hub stream flows down
With a sleek ally river stripe
My Lord, you are there every where
But your face is hidden from me
From the core of reality and the flow of life
Let me soar high with glory to touch your feet of eternity.
Nor I heard your soothing voice
In my fancies I rest my weary head
On your shoulder with ease indeed
As thy velvet fingers touch my face
A deep smile flickers on my lips
I find it hard to define or discern
And I don't know the reason why
Every morning wakes me up
To pomp the infinite sky ahead
I open my eyes from sleep to lime light
To pomp the peaks of western ghats
Where thou sent a lonely breeze
To hug me with its thousand hands
And the coffee blossoms white
To welcome me with its glorious fragrance
The green cloak of the paddy field
Stretches its edge to horizon.
A narrow hub stream flows down
With a sleek ally river stripe
My Lord, you are there every where
But your face is hidden from me
From the core of reality and the flow of life
Let me soar high with glory to touch your feet of eternity.
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