The twilight is glowing red
And glistening to set down
And you with the eyeful tears,
The lashes wet with
And a few teardrops splashing the eye-lids
Falling out
To trickle down the cheeks
Which but I could not know,
Just saw you breaking down,
Weeping inconsolably,
I too tried my best to avert you
And went down breaking,
is this called love,
Love for not only the beloved,
But for all,
Whom love you?
Is this called love,
Call it attachment or the bond of sympathy?
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