Teaching Story - The Blossom Never Knows
by Dilip Kumar Roy
That in its blossomís mystery lies,
The deeps that mirror forth the Infinite
Question its secrets with their sighs.
For whom throng still the murmuring bees,
Restless amid the perfumed trees?
Whose memory thrills the impassioned breeze?
And paints the magic skies?
Whose lamps through the way-lost night
Glimmer in moon and starry light?
Whose glory in the dawn breaks bright?
For whom yearns all and cries?
For whose greatness down the ages long
Are the wide heavens a sapphire song?
For whom runs the stream with babbling tongue?
Repeats whose harmonies?
Whose breath perfumes trees, flower and grass,
Inspires the atomís dance in space?
Whose trailing robes in twilight pass?
A shadow in longing eyes?
Oh, if thou never wilt appear,
Why are thy masks of Beauty here?
Why sound thy anklets everywhere,
The spell that never dies.
My heart forgets that in my heart
Thy throne forever lies
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