Thou art the best.
Beloved O! O my love..
I hear the foot steps at every grace..
I would listen to thy words of eyes..
My memory is loaded
With your sweet address..
If silence is the food of love
And eyes are the only means to manifest..
After a long dark episode
If it is still glittering
I will attend it my dear
For this is the best.
By Satchidananda Mishra.
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