Blood, is my face so deserted?
Hopping out, oozing out, so blushingly?
Stay not, far away from veins-
O Lord! Pardon…If I Sinned
But I loved, confessed, life not in vain.
O Blood! Stay away, far away,
Here, not a place to rejoice
Love’s dye, don’t let me die.
One bud blooms, Recess me, Recess me
Rather, let me die, seeing it untrodden.
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