One of my favorite poems written during the precious time spent in Rajasthan.
How to tell you,
What is more painful than a blast in the ear,
More painful than a suppressed tear,
More painful than the whistle of a train,I hear;
How to tell you,
Nothing is more painful than your leave,
Feigning that without you I can live;
How to tell you,
What is a beloved without the lover,
Or a lover without the beloved,
Or me without you, or you without me;
How to tell you,
What is the sky without a moon,
Or a moon without the sky,
Or me without you, or you without me.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit -Rajesh Swami
This is a very delicate piece Anita..i love it
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Thank you Mich ❤️
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Beautiful poem
Written by most beautiful hands .
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So very superbly and passionately described emotions !Simply beautiful , Anitaji !
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