I submerged by tear with pang of serration
Flower will bloom at my tomb of pain when I shall not remain
The sorrows written at cloud-like copy falls in dropp tear
Considering that as art lotus, leaf embraces as dear
Forest becomes alive being touched by pure drops of raining
At illusion getting on wing of butterfly I look for my darling
Alas! Will parting pain go away by long breath too far?
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