Bhanu Singher Padaboli

Eight (gahan kusum kunja majhe) O'er the Eden grief, solitary floral, she. myriad, myrtle a soft croon of oblivion, the harp of the wind, weaverbird humming thistle Overcoming the fear, verses as they weave beyond subtle murmur Soulmate, a windcatcher, come along, fly on, o fly on! The sky blue innocence a morn and my morning dew the heart song a love blossoming in the river song, unsung The bright eyes and the rest with the fallen tranquil, endeared a dear gaze Hold the step and come along the greenery, my first try, dwell in togetherness the thistle sundried, bless the time, fragrance and abundance plethora the pleasure of sound, the warmth, they weave unsung the moonlit eve pouring elixir the promise of a morning song, along in the long the color stroke in diva, they sprung, one by one in million, and more, unsung beyond the troubadour charm an Esperanza and solitary she in company of trochaic along Jasemine blossoming in hue a morn, dear born! Sing along Lo and behold my reverie, my seasoned soy the churned delight of the sunlit zeal a sweetened cuddle as the moonlit innocence warner is she, transitory as she sang and wills on unison Come along the oblivious morn, a song a lull, a hymn croon we will sing and the song wills on whence the sculptor time the foothill and a tear and smile the anonymity of a penname, so shall they bond, beyond! Bhanu Singher padaboli Eight (gahan kusum kunja majhe)