Means Are Apart Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Means are apart

O my dearest sleep there well,
I am just by your side,
When time calls me for your sake,
And you search your eyes around.

O dearest I find your life flourishing there,
Like waxing moon in my absence,
With no package missing,
God settled all well.

O my dearest sleep well there,
My fortune is drifted away long,
And you have a pleasure pot everywhere,
To live make life full.

O my dearest sleep well there,
Feel free to meet your veins,
Where your life chase you to lean,
I keep tuning my rhymes.

O dearest sleep there well,
With your eyes deeply settled around,
I know you are rowing your own boat,
And I start lowering my anchor.

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