Have finished the
Months of sraban?
Have finish that
Fallen jesmines morning?
A thousands sleepsless eys
Have sleeping now?
Have closed that windows
where always you have seen
my comming back home?
Now it is midnight here,
So dark my everywhere,
Now I have find your
Flower of kadamb
Still you want this?
You want?
Can you come to me,
Early in the morning?
I want to give you, many, many flower
Your feverate Kodombo flower
A couple bird,
A color kite.
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