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Oh just today, Who came; a wicker tray You refilled. | |||
in | I was in my floral garden, saying not a thing. | ||
I did not beg to approach, nor invited to sit; | |||
I did not make welcome under the awning. | |||
You arrived uninvited, unbid You appeared; | |||
Stealthily You penetrated my mental spinney. | |||
Smiling sweetly, yet not uttering a mite, | |||
You became engaged in flower-gathering. | |||
You | |||
I can't fathom what is this, Your [[:wikipedia:Lila (Hinduism)|sport divine]], | |||
Why You go on playing games with the mind. | |||
In my grove, privately only with me, | |||
Through love-vibration, You give a swing. | |||
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