If you are not here
To give me respect,
You are a fool,
It is you, who
Suffer the loss.
I am here with
My virtues and
With so many admirers.
Who you are,
That I want to know
Only from you.
You are the creator
And you are the fool,
The loss is yours,
That I know,
But you are there
To give us light
And for you,
We are in the light.
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Thank You Mr Mishra for your words. I read it in 2 different ways. One for love and one for religion.