soft silken dew spread its arms
eagerly embracing the sleeping earth
enamoured by the power of senses
they lay lingering on to each other.
closing eyes the man and the beast
connived in this cosmic plan
by refusing to wake up
and disturb the semblance of things.
rarely does man so peacefully cooperate
to let the cosmos run its own plan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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