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When it’s dawn, I wake up suddenly,
Searching for you beside me
And finding nothing but the side pillow
Everyday why does this happen?
Then my gastric pain starts
Along with some unspoken aches;
While teardrops overflow my bed
The walls overhear my deep sighs;
Only The Almighty can then
See the unseen pain in my eyes.
Things will worsen day by day
Until you come to me someday again
And hold me in your bold arms
And kiss away all my pain.
Life is worth nothing sans you, my beau,
I am a beggar craving for your love,
Worldly luxuries are but petty things
The real treasure is in being with you.
May God resend you to me
As the Saviour of my soul! |
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Thank you so much Kumar Ji. I haven't read Upendra Bhanj's poem. What is the name of the poem?
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What a longing, what a yearning for love that transcends every other pleasures on the earth... a sweetly painful composition, Rupradha.
A poem I had read long long back composed by a great Oriya poet, Upendra Bhanj, a prince, that roughly states... 'getting up at midnight, when the pretty one searches, the pillow next to her is empty; she searches him under the bed, under the pillow, in her locks and inbetween her bosums...' This poem like many of Upendra Bhanj's poems have parallel interpretations.
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very true Sir!!
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This reminds me of the passionate poems addressed by most saintly women to Jesus Christ, each acclaiming him 'As the Saviour of my soul!' It proves love is sanctifying, and why Christ himself says, love covers a multitude of sins.
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