A long time , I am not finding thee
Still thy face sways in my teary eyes
Strikingly reflects in the mirror of mind
As shadow and light seek each other nice !
Thou art since a long time not nearby
Beloved knows the pangs of separation best
As dearest dear becomes sweetly more
When stays afar to enjoy rest .
Might be its a solemn night at thy place
Enjoying moon lit night in joy and gay
Forgetting me a love lorn weary bird
Thou sleeping peacefully keeping me away.
Here me passing a dark night without light
Baffled to sleep , waking day and night
Love might be an illusion of desert with you
But hopes like oasis ever stay in my view.
Oh tell me , the love lorn poor chap
Is love a curse or flowery bouquet
That makes lover lunatic or ever joyous
In this world of love mysterious !
2.05.1980
Still thy face sways in my teary eyes
Strikingly reflects in the mirror of mind
As shadow and light seek each other nice !
Thou art since a long time not nearby
Beloved knows the pangs of separation best
As dearest dear becomes sweetly more
When stays afar to enjoy rest .
Might be its a solemn night at thy place
Enjoying moon lit night in joy and gay
Forgetting me a love lorn weary bird
Thou sleeping peacefully keeping me away.
Here me passing a dark night without light
Baffled to sleep , waking day and night
Love might be an illusion of desert with you
But hopes like oasis ever stay in my view.
Oh tell me , the love lorn poor chap
Is love a curse or flowery bouquet
That makes lover lunatic or ever joyous
In this world of love mysterious !
2.05.1980
Sir, I had an opportunity to go through the unique and sublime writings of your father, undoubtedly, a great literary figure. Please upload some of his unpublished writings, memoirs and paintings. His paintings reminds me of the great Indian painter of global repute, Raja Ravi Verma. Thank you for the web upload and making us aware -N.Jha
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