Caseta Caelum

കൈകളിൽ വീണൊരു മോഹന വൈഡൂര്യം നീ, പ്രിയസഖീ… He: First glimpse—dawn’s shy bloom, curled in gold,Your face hid the sun… yet set my soul aflame, untold.A jewel dropped from night’s own aching crown,Now cradled here… in trembling hands, my only town. Why… Continue reading