(c) Shilpa Sandesh Years have passed, Seasons bygone, In benumbing winters, And the zealous summers , They searched and searched, Their souls' rightful owners; The moment sprung, One fine day, The two met, Magic and Poetry, And the path was laid, For their holy walk; Flowers were sheathed, For the divine aisle, Where demons and Gods, And the spirits stood, Blessings treasured, For countless years, Were showered upon, The two souls; The Moon was the priest, Who united the hearts, Which fluttered for long, In the pangs and stings, In throes and twinge; The Poesy said, To her beloved soul "My search Oh seer, Ends here, I was on a quest, Frisked here and there, Here you stood, Casting your spell, Bound I am now, To walk along, Whether a stride In the alluring heaven Or a tread, In the thorny hell"!
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