Oh Invisible chariot that moves through streets Oh invisible sitar that gives the mother's touch Between the indivisible young branches of banyan Thy symphony lay unfinished as the unabsorbed entity within As a dream...come....
Who brought the smiling rains through megha-malhar It has awakened the fading chirag Nature showers the jasmine flowers Desire for self sacrifice arouse Which gandharva do thy aspire for As a dream... come ... come
Who brought the red wine strawberries It awakens this dying soul Nature showers rose petals on the bed With smell binding sandal wood paste on the body Devi thy surrender to this law of hunger As a dream come...come...
caroljoyceManchester, Greater Manchester, England UKSep 9, 2010
I can only feel awed at your spiritual knowledge at such a young age and ability to write so beautifully in a second language. I gather Gandharva are male spirits with exceptional musical gifts. I felt you may be are writing about the majesty of death?
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I gather Gandharva are male spirits with exceptional musical gifts.
I felt you may be are writing about the majesty of death?
NAMASTE, CJ