Nonstop Morning Song - Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

When my soul in thy melts
Night's darkness blossoms
The flower of eternal love
And the everlasting dove
Springs in out of mind's tangle
Like the little pretty nightingale
Behind the beautiful green
And it is world of dream
And let not you come early
And wait to make all happy
And let happy hours be core
If you the Sol remains there more
With your mournful lovely lady
To make the Moon more merry.


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