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į ʂąվ, վօմ ʂąվ, էհҽվ ʂąվ; చհօ ʂąվʂ చհąէ ?!
You say : Provide! Provide ! I say: Most of it , I shall revile You say : As mystic plays coming alive ?! I say: Yes, it’s seeding with me, for quite a while You say: headless adventure ebbed to life I say: It’s two looking at two for many a mile —now, smile! You say: Will you 🛑 stop by the woods, to mingle in the wild I say: Yes, of course, pure shall be the current, banking on brooks, with “awe,” to delight ! You say : Acquainting with the clear night or will it be —gazing at the bewitching sights I say: tied to distances, it’ll be self seeking self types You say: signify, that which echoes, all upon your voice I say : it’s myriadic spirit, deeply recitative, long possessed over those eyes You say: of that hold, many deaths nor lives could never suffice I say : a fate so chosen by thee , as though umpteen braves casted to surprise
By Madhu Goteti 2 years ago in Poets
