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by Arun Budhathoki | |
Published on: Oct 15, 2009 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=26419 | |
The wind in its weakest fear Keeps the heart to a rose very near, Frightens the storm with a spear, Closes the mind’s eye to hide the autumnal tear. The windy garden blows the Cupid’s shore Upon which I murmur and roar; Seize a love I walk and run for— I cry, laugh and ask for more. The shady flower comes and goes, And this is the first year my land love sows, Pleasant and fruitful the sunshine show: Surrounding my country doth the Spring vow. « return. |