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Mar 2020
After the cows come home
And the sun goes down
And the moon spills milk

As the world shuts its eyes
Withdrawing its senses
Like a still tortoise

I awaken to life
Perched upon the Parijata;
Taking unto myself
the agony of the world
in silent contemplation.
What of the haunt of the night
Before the haunt of my heart!
Parijata is a mythical tree supposed to be in Heaven. Associated with the love story of Lord Krishna and Satyabhama
Written by
Aneesh H  31/M/India
(31/M/India)   
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