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Anthology of modern Indian poetry

REVELATION

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O, I have dreamt on many rain-dim eves Of Beauty folded in the flowers and leaves, Spraying the grass with laughter as with light Of shaken pearls that lit her hair’s dark night; But never dreamed her eyes so deep might be As those with which last eve you gazed at me. Jehangir Jivaji Vakil.

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