LOVE SONGS.. Dr.Maheswar Das
Love Songs
I have travelled so much in spring time and Autumn
In the meadows,riverside,hills and woods nearby.
In the meadows ,the sky hangover the earth with all its starry lamps.
The stillness of the self rapt meadows sprung into life.
There was whisper among the stars
I listened to them.
They were talking of your love and singing your glories.
The clouds of the sky were fioating so nicely,
With marvellous hues of the moon beams
With shapes of elephants ,
lions,horses , birds and hills.
They float and change their floating shapes.
The clouds were kissing the hills enchanting with showers of rain.
I heard them.
They were talking of you and glory of your creation.
I heard the chirping of the birds in the woods .
Their chorus rent the sky with enchantment and ecstasy
It was song of your glory and mysterious creation.
On my way back by the riverside,I heard the murmuring sound of the river
I could not guess the subject matter of the song.
The riverside mango groves replied ecstatically.
We all were talking of our hero lover with flute in hand and his creation.
Wherever l went l could not find a single plant ,animal , non living and living beingwho is not singing of your glory and mysterious creation.
All are singing of your love and magnanimity
For,you have great love for your creation.
You are epitome of love.
Copyright@Maheswar Das
I have travelled so much in spring time and Autumn
In the meadows,riverside,hills and woods nearby.
In the meadows ,the sky hangover the earth with all its starry lamps.
The stillness of the self rapt meadows sprung into life.
There was whisper among the stars
I listened to them.
They were talking of your love and singing your glories.
The clouds of the sky were fioating so nicely,
With marvellous hues of the moon beams
With shapes of elephants ,
lions,horses , birds and hills.
They float and change their floating shapes.
The clouds were kissing the hills enchanting with showers of rain.
I heard them.
They were talking of you and glory of your creation.
I heard the chirping of the birds in the woods .
Their chorus rent the sky with enchantment and ecstasy
It was song of your glory and mysterious creation.
On my way back by the riverside,I heard the murmuring sound of the river
I could not guess the subject matter of the song.
The riverside mango groves replied ecstatically.
We all were talking of our hero lover with flute in hand and his creation.
Wherever l went l could not find a single plant ,animal , non living and living beingwho is not singing of your glory and mysterious creation.
All are singing of your love and magnanimity
For,you have great love for your creation.
You are epitome of love.
Copyright@Maheswar Das
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