Bablu Ahir
Green pastures of Shilawati
That day in the warm glow of the afternoon
The restless eyes want to get in Priya's way
Passionate heart, thirsty lips.
In the evening tones of loving Shilavati
Thoughts are swept away by the indulgence of a lover;
It's the moyna in my inner shelter
The setting sun gives a golden signature.
O Sun, you go
It's time for the moon to come,
I'll quench thirst with sunshine--
Sweet astrology!
21st Magh, 1425
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