With My Mind My Soul Is Lost Comments

Bough of your flowers was ready, Only the conch was not present, The air that blows through forest stopped blowing, The day was good Yet dreary.

You came with silent steps with the beating of my heart, You came with the blooming of buds as sprinkle of mystic mist, You came as sweet dream onto my self...//

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Deep horizon and the blue Firmament made a thin veil, Under my heavy mind My soul is lost.

The bough of my being with Fragrant flowers was not in order, My stupid mind was insipid and under the grip of deep slumber.

Deep horizon and the blue Firmament made a thin veil, Under my heavy mind My soul is lost.

The celebration of spring and autumn was Synchronous, Summer was giving way to eternal spring...///

Only the flame of worship was not there, The Sun was above the sky, With chirping of birds spring was in celebration

Bough of your flowers was ready, Only the conch was not present, The air that blows through forest stopped blowing, ..//

The bough of my being with Fragrant flowers was not in order, My stupid mind was insipid and under the grip of deep slumber.

All the songs of life, sweet and sour, bitter and cordial, Nuptial and Requiescat, Unto Your feet were offered, Only the flame of worship was not there, The Sun was above the sky, With chirping of birds spring was in celebration

Your alter was not decorated with sweet fragrance as incense was not prepared, The light was lit with incense bearing azimuth, The world was sleepy with buzzing bees, The warm days with warm flow of life

Upon my awakening I found myself nowhere, Everywhere You have gone through rain, air and sky, Deep horizon and the blue Firmament made a thin veil, Under my heavy mind My soul is lost.///

Bough of your flowers was ready, Only the conch was not present, The air that blows through forest stopped blowing, The day was good Yet dreary.

Deep horizon and the blue Firmament made a thin veil, Under my heavy mind My soul is lost.

All the songs of life, sweet and sour, bitter and cordial, Nuptial and Requiescat, Unto Your feet were offered, Only the flame of worship was not there, The Sun was above the sky, With chirping of birds spring was in cel.....excellent poem penned

Under my heavy mind my soul is lost. Very good words. You came as a sweet dream... beautiful imagery. Good work