[40]   In the adoration of musical festivity

Your loving heart, which made me to float

on dream waves to unknown shores,

has become so unkind and merciless,

and is now raining hardness from heart and stunned me

 altogether making me thunder struck.

It also carried me away, permanently, as a captive.

The radiant notes that are travelling vibrantly in the streams of love,

are now sounding odd tunes in the pathos filled, tearful songs,

and are anxiously hoping to unify with the clouds.

I ‘ll hereafter stand straight as a sorrowful song

that resounds all over the universe.

Then, like a sweet song in my heart,

and like an unforgettable pain, pinching in mind,

I remain in the universal pastime, as a sheer dream.

I charmingly sound as a marvelous note

in the adoration of musical festivity of this astounding creation.

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[41] Intonates in extreme ecstasy ---------------------------- The heart which is delighted with sacrificing element is not available in present scenario. . A cuckoo of spring times is not singing melodiously, from the mango grove. The delicate and tender golden rays are sliding down from the edges of azure sky. The human, who lights up dawn in his heart With all broadened devotion welcomes truth, and feels its august presence , as a beautiful and precious, visionary treat . The octave of music transmits his widened ideology to the zone of constellation, on the edged wings of azure sky. His eyes glitter like un dried wet flowers of the cold winter and mist filled moonshine. Where are the human souls that search the truth with all blazing fire of agony? Where is the human, who forgetting all the sunrise and sunset continues to search and seek in the tireless journey ahead. The naked life which has no hidden columns will dance at the radiance of dawn, in sheer ecstasy. He performs all religious rites, with water of Ganges and brightens high, like fire and unifies with beautiful and devotional pastimes. The tree which decorates with all tender leaves will bloom flowers, arisen with notes of fragrant music. and intonates in extreme ecstasy. -------------------------------------------------------------- 42]  Confining  oddly  in the wheel of fate and fortune It is all thirsty and all the universe,  is like a desert Human, who is kind enough, to offer hither to, a pinch of water , has distanced himself, to far off lands. Not even single tree, which can protect us with all its wider shade, is not visible  at all till the stretch of  far end corners. Though the flowers lost their natural scents and human got rid of the delicacy The world indulges in formatting  a doll, with no rhyme or rhythm. The world sans all dreams and languages, moves about all around,  in our active presence. Human, waits for something unknown and inexplicable. Life is a volume of poetry, penned for world’s well being. It will transform itself, as a prophecy, without any significance and will be concealed firmly in the pages of  book of desires. To fling strings on Veena, is to extol melodious notes, in a finely tuned version only . Human’s life is there to allow flows  in  streams of nectar tickles filled to the brim with all powerful musical notes to spread onto, all over the earth  . By birth a human is lover of freedom and liberty. As long as he moves about, vigorously in this world Human’s life becomes a hard worded, complex and long sentence and turns out as a formless , hard rock. yesterday the person who lectured on the platform,  in a high tone ,like a thunderous sea  today, departed well before the arrival of the bright sheen of the dawn. The refiner who  anxiously wished to glance at the twilight columns of the beautiful modern times, in the deep depths of space and also desired to bloom, in  fragrant flowers of affectionate bonds in fraternity links , is broken into pieces, Confining oddly,  in the wheel of fate and fortune and saluted raising up,  both  his hands  -------------------------------------------------------

[43] Visualizes all the happy and delightful , mansions

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With passion driven agony

the human is losing the charms of beautiful life.

The life sans musical notes

looks like a stack of sand mound.

Humans having lost their personalities

are drying up the wetness of the heart.

They are distancing themselves from the sweet and lofty experiences of supreme life and are getting weakened like T.B. patients

and also are shrinking a lot , like psychic patients.

and are not able to capture a place, in delicate evaluation of life’s gracious and momentous incidents.

The human who measures his pleasures in life squarely in monetary terms

is not able to catch up to the captivating charms of this beautiful world.

In present days, cheap tactics are showing up, as magnificent doles

by breaking their backs in sheer fashionable trends.

There is lack of delightful hearts, who should enjoy the coquetries painted beautifully, in elegant life

The cloud dipped and draped in despondency, is raining sorrowfulness .

Civilization, makes the human, to bloom like a fragrant flower

that spreads amazing scents, all over.

Sleeplessness wakes up with heavy sounds of torrent waves in life’s streams.

and architects the life, as a flute rendering, melodious tunes

and takes us, leading to the goal, sans any thirst.

and fructifies wetness in life.

and prepares to achieve completeness.

and visualizes all the happy and delightful, mansions, built up magnificently on the planet of earth.

Then the whole sky fits into the fist

and boundaries erase all limitations henceforth .

The zodiacal circle will come down to the earth space in jubilation

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 [humanity  must they be,  left behind hereafter,  as bewildered  autumn notes .

Will the spring at all  ring again ?

Will my wishful  and inordinate waiting  bear fruits ,in all entirety ?.