Moonbeam Flowers Comments

In the twilight morning seeking flowers in the garden lit in tender grins I found those moonbeam flowers smiling at me casting the light of serene white. With raindrops upon their petals shining, pleading me to touch it's bracing self and I felt of embracing them all to my bare chest warm of coolest shower. Birds sing songs celestial, breeze blows gentle and I remain mesmerised with a heart rejoicing the grace of unspoken words!

The sanctum sanctorum is ready, I have bathed the idol and lit lights divine. With a corbeille when I stood amidst the green, I wanted those flowers to offer unto His feet. Alas! here I am left with frozen fingers unable to pluck them from their very being. The leaves of Tulsi are still, awaiting the pain of possible death - my fingers separating them from their stems! Alas! my Lord, nor I want to see that aching heart and its bleeding fragrance!
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