SUNRISE
BISWAJIT
Living became nightmare, longings did slack,
I was dropping amidst some vast blank black.
Deadly darkness dissolved my belongings; all.
Who could have I asked to where I had to fall?
I chanted thine name— mine auspicious hymn, The sun rose again, my heart regained dream.
I saw thou by me, panting my name: vibrant.
Love's God; God arts good, otherwise we can't.
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