Sushree Kamala Bal Biography

I see a withered rose in rain
Seeing dew-drenched flowers
I take my heart again
To revive myself from the rumours.
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I feel you in the tinkling of my bangles
in the drapery of darkness
in the morning sun
And also
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The blazing sun drenched me with his lustrous shine,
And the frozen pearls of the clouds began an austere fire in me.
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You are a dream in my dream,
When I wake up so you seem.
You are the fragrance of a flower,
When I smell you bewitch me with your power.
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Your words drenched me
with their shower,
And dessicated me
with their power,
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