amid the scent
of new mango blossoms,
amid the rustling notes
of fresh stems bursting forth,
under the nectar- sprinkled moon rays
in the sky
in tearful delight,
by whos touch am I delighted
in this fragrant-laden agitated breeze?
Today spring is awake at the door,
in your veiled, shy life
please don't frustrate her.
Open up the petals of your heart today...
Rabindranath Tagore
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