The sky prepares to sleep,
The flock of birds sail to their abode,
The huge leaves of the coconut
Sways its head with the gentle
Rhythm of the breeze
As the holy maid brings forth
Her hidden talent before her Master.
I sat by the sight and the eerie
Phase of transition,
And the pleasant touch of your magic wand
Sets my long ebbed soul on fire.
A sudden voice, echoing through the vales,
Sky and lakes, enter my ear
With the secret order of yours.
The sweet smell of thy being,
The melodious tune of thy call, creates
Tumult in my mind,
To break the fetters, free myself
And be the one with you.
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