Again I'm awash in reverberation of her silence,
Lost and gliding through heavenly hollow,
Sensing her comely ripples;
Rousing my perennial inert liveliness.
Again I'm obscured by her sprightly spirit,
An utter blend of enigmatic and overt,
Heeding her august spells;
Extinguishing my ablaze gloom of miseries.
Again I'm alive in her pleasing hands,
Content and blooming with love;
Rising and loving with her.
- Bhishmpratapsinh U. Dabhi
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