It was forty years back
You gate-crashed like and impatient guest
To crystal-chaste world of pristine love
With thick slow glow of innocence in soul
And soared like placid spread of daybreak.
It was forty years back,
A guileless gale uprooted my heart
To a world of innocent sweetness
Where hearts melt
To coalesce to huge celestial glow.
It was forty years back
You kissed my brittle Self
And moved within to home your Self
In ceaseless bond of innate tenderness
Across myriad lives.
It was forty years back
You lighted my life
With dazzling sweet colours and rhythms
And unbound springs of inner strengths
That explored and discovered my soul’s innards.
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