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.................................................. मुखपृष्ठ ( होमपेज) ........................................ आमच्याविषयी थोडेसे... ........................................ संपर्क ..................................................

To a Poet

Whenever dark clouds flit apart
To drink sweet Luna’s liquid ray;
Whenev’er high dreams wing up my hear
To tread bright Heaven’s Milky way;

Whenev’er my wither’d tree of life
Can blossom forth a charming flower,
Regarding not Want’s cutting knife
To get it pearl’d in Fancy’s shower;

And, when by chance the cuckoo free
Comes to my bower desolate
To catch its song and try to be
A song incarnate soon or late :-

Such are my wishes ever sweet;
But sweeter far to find a time
To bend low at a poet’s feet,
And, at its source to taste his rhyme !

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