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"Oru Svapnam" A Dream

Within the room I see a solitary lamp lit

A single peacock feather strayed on to the floor

The tender cradle made by the mother

Of white silk

Swings gently in the breeze.

Is the infant asleep?

I can barely see.

The breeze that stirs the infant clothes

Is filled with the scent of sandalwood.

I see only a foot

Of the one, whose hue is that of the rain clouds

Stretching out of the cradle

Adorned by a golden anklet.

I cannot go near him

Separated as I am by the window of many births.

So here I stand in sorrow

Waiting, Waiting !

Note: Sugatha Kumari is devoted to the deity Shri Krishna

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