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|keywords=Prabhat Samgiita,Prabhata Samgiita,Prabhat Ranjan Sarkar,Anandamurti,Ananda Marga,Longing | |keywords=Prabhat Samgiita,Prabhata Samgiita,Prabhat Ranjan Sarkar,Anandamurti,Ananda Marga,Longing | ||
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So much I've kept calling, but You came not near; | |||
but | You went on remaining turning a deaf ear. | ||
At Your feet I have offered | |||
Whatever You'd given me. | |||
Alas, having loved is so hard I cannot stand it; | |||
Thinking of You mind gets lost in rapture. | |||
all | Hidden are all hopes, unspoken is heart's language; | ||
You did not permit me to make You hear. | |||
Days go by, moments fly, in outer space unconscious, | |||
My presence, my existence, wanes each few seconds. | |||
my existence | If You don't come close, if stay afar without end, | ||
Why did You place me in this theatric piece? | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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