This deception with love and the moonlight is not yours.
You who have walked to the mountain beyond obstacles.
Look, there's no commotion here. Solitude reclines
with languor its great body.
Moonlight and Love ceaselessly build
Art's customary grace.
Here, you may kneel alone. Clap like
a child. No one will call you crazy.
Cry without reason like
unstoppable monsoon clouds.
No one will say--"that's a madman."
toke to rokha jachhe na re
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