Retention of life
Responsibilities of senses
Secret of life
Codes of nature…all are happiness
You are my star
Sleeping among the clouds
The subject of my dream
And solace of my pain
You are my air
Lying fresh on the leaves
Form the message of my verses
With no subject to comprehend
My love is the boiler of my soul
Only pleasure of my life
The result of my meditation,
Shall boil all along the passge unto death!
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